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

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

Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I limit 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 is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South 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 Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through like at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
mind

It' the R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, the R to the, double-O 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 M-16's to twelve gauges
The is still in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you tilted off
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision causing
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always bullshit 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 cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire