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
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Check it out, you're now 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 in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Fall Apart to drastic
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
Throw your hands up if 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
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink the danger zone lounging
You need to be aware 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 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 since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' taking your 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 strike to excite, I aim, I never miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
your brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a cool type of cat but you still understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for