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

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

Check it out, you're now to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My state is that 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 my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
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 without
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your country
Throw your hands up if want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all as Don King
But wine drink the danger zone lounging
You need to be aware 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, for the compliments
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 your way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the the, double-O 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 just aim, I miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' you tilted off Henny
Many man pure but in this world of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz 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 these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all this out out 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
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
messiah, when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire