Luyện nghe bài hát A Chorus Line 2000 (Remix)

[Ced
Yo yo
We in the lab man
We got this rollin man
We might as well the Chorus Line, y'all with that?

[Tim
Word up, yeah do this shit man
get on that

[Ced
Yo so how we gonna do Yo..
Matter of fact, you how we gon' do it?
Yo Tim Dog, ?

Dog]

[Ced
We gonna, we gonna get out of here man
It's on you, kick it my

[Tim
Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to the dick
to spit, cause I'm too
I be appraisin, raised with the
I'm the headmaster and you're my
Metaphor master, are disaster
the class step back, they'll call me the master
You jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your Emily
Procrastinator later hater out sprayed her
You wanna be Raider
control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
in tow.. I got so
dollars, scholars, holla
Girlies wanna stop and but I walk
away, dog don't lay
wanna play? Go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and with a stare
You can say where? I'm here
Metaphor physical, are artistical lyrical mircales
difficult, to terrifical
Hypothetically,
Energetically,
No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting
Dog get more, yes yes yes y'all
I manifest protest and
Confess with reflex, I get cold sex
I can't how dope I am
me a pound, thank you ma'am
So whether you think that I'm a myth
to rift to lift the gifts that itch the
to shift his clip that's in control to hold the
a I make you take and ache and fake
Whoooo.. hot damn I'm
I'm on the Line

It's a Line (3X)
Yo Trev (yeah) your rhyme

[T.R.
the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat
Gimme a second, to of
the dopest language for interest
The better for, if and in awe
before the score, want then implore
the rhyme, line, fine, com-bine
Redefine,
the line, see the sign, stop sign
Pause -- and let me your brain
the full circumfrence then maintain
to build, in which I'm to destroy
I'm like a teacher tornado you're a toyboy
manufactured by, Parker Brothers
You bought your rhymes, from wholesale
are stale, up to bail
cause you fail, try to
My sugar style, and rhythm for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll rewind myself and begin again
Strike ignite and burn, just hydrogen
Come again, as I to start to end
to go beyond, means of a
I'm fightin, releasing my fury to cause
and shine, the superstar, supreme
T.R. the has got to be
Dope and def the best that never
Unless you guessed the test to threat in
Never up from a Chorus Line

Yo Ced, here's rhyme

[Ced
layer, kickin it righteous
Ced the hypest, man that might just
Rip into this, rap right through
beat that's to eat, I'm not new to this
with swing and, bein distinct man
Seein the waffle can, rap me understand
the fact that I sound def means I'm buildin
I'm so dope I got by the million
The image maker breaker taker shaker
You rhyme me, you shoulda stayed the
hell out the industry, cause that mean jockin me
sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not ahead of me
But that's not all, I just that I'm better than
cause I'm Ultra, and I'm a
with rhymes, by the thous', and piles
I'm a scientist, you say how
the hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to
a rhyme with force, conducting with mega-thrust
To build or ill or or deal a fill the will
that the people straight and still
To prance and dance and find and take the chance
to glance, I still do
that's powerful, we're the illogical
Mystical just to show, what I know I go
out, and move on to
You rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker
type of hype I to recite on.. my Chorus Line

boy it's a Chorus Line
Aiyyo (yo) you know what?
your rhyme

[Kool
I'm crankin up with the rhyme, brain tanks need
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are in, turbo
attitude
Gratitude, increasing altitude,
But latitude
It's very rude you step on my path
I laugh and giggle, and grin my friend
my within - holds the righs to win
brain I bend, like a pound of steel
Lethal power, to me you're weasel
I'm with tons of diesel power
Contraction, you're not ready for
Two hundred a day, I keep waxin and
buffin polishin, every act up
You wanna battle with me you must be up
Stop the jokes the games playin
You never were sayin or payin, one bit of
to me my rhymes my my hat my shoes
my my tie, the glasses on my eye
I try, not to cry
Cause you're wack as ever, never
Clever to pick up the mic, in any or rain
or whether or not you tried to scheme a
or beam of life, but my lyrics are
like a satellite, with ball knowledge
I got to college, attend to astrology
A million confessed, I'm still the best
Keith to impress
I'm a heat ray, cookin up your brain
I it well done, on the Chorus Line