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

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Fuckin wit it, one two, the Table of Contents, come on
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Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch to this profession
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding 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, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your way back in the day of yo
mind

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