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

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come 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 stretch 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 is that of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The traveler in the flesh without question
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw hands up if y'all 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 loud as Don
But wine drink within the danger zone
You need to be more of your surroundings
at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin past tense, no delayin'
Or playin' taking your way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, 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 game life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your 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 niggaz actin' shiest days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma 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 to sit back, stand still and chill
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in your
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 miss
Peep the structure of a empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire