Luyện nghe bài hát Table of Contents (Parts 1 & 2)

Is this fast or normal
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the of Contents, come on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, it's the R to the, to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight
Toxic words spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire