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

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind state is 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 sucker the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The world in the flesh without question
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, 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 wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at times is enough to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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 strike to excite, I just aim, I never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
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' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision 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 niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my I learned to miss amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for