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 Table of Contents, 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 stretch to this profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll to move your whole country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the seven
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin past tense, no delayin'
Or playin' taking 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 miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
years of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire