Luyện nghe bài hát A Chorus Line 2000 (Remix)

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

[Tim
Word up, yeah let's do this man
Let's get on

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

Dog]

[Ced
We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of man
on you, kick it my brother

[Tim
Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to the dick
to spit, cause I'm too
I be appraisin, with the brave
I'm the and you're my slave
master, rhymes are disaster
Half the step back, they'll call me the master
You wanna jet, with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your Emily
Procrastinator later hater played out her
You wanna be taught?
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 dare a stare
You can say where? I'm here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical mircales
difficult, to terrifical
Hypothetically,
Energetically,
No joke hardcore, will sting more
Dog get more, yes yes yes y'all
I manifest and progress
with reflex, cause I get cold sex
I can't how dope I am
Give me a pound, you ma'am
So whether you think that I'm a myth
to rift to lift the gifts itch the fifth
to shift his clip that's in to hold the bolo
a bowl I make you take and ache and
Whoooo.. hot I'm great
I'm on the Line

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

[T.R.
Hold the beat, the beat, drop the beat
a second, to think of
the dopest for lyrical interest
The metaphor for, if and in awe
before the score, want more then
the rhyme, line, fine, design
Redefine,
Down the line, see the sign, stop
Pause -- and let me enter brain
the full circumfrence then maintain
to build, in which I'm equal to
I'm like a teacher tornado you're just a
Made manufactured by, Parker
You bought your rhymes, from another
are stale, up to bail
cause you fail, try to
My style, words and rhythm for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll rewind myself and then again
ignite and burn, just like hydrogen
Come again, as I to start to end
to go beyond, of a titan
I'm fightin, releasing my fury to static
and shine, the superstar, supreme
T.R. the has got to be
Dope and def the that never fessed
you guessed the test to threat in jest
Never mess up a Chorus Line

Yo Ced, here's your

Gee]
Metaphor layer, it righteous
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that might
Rip into this, rap through this
beat that's to eat, I'm not new to this
Rappin swing and, bein distinct man
Seein the waffle can, rap me understand
the fact that I sound def means that I'm
I'm so dope I got rhymes by the
The maker breaker taker faker shaker
You rhyme me, you shoulda stayed the
hell out the industry, cause mean you're jockin me
Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, not ahead of me
But that's not all, I just feel that I'm better
cause I'm Ultra, and I'm a
rhymes, by the thous', stacks and piles
I'm a scientist, you say how
the hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee he starts to bust
a rhyme with force, conducting with mega-thrust
To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the
that make the people and still
To prance and dance and romance and take the chance
to glance, while I do
rhymes powerful, we're the illogical
Mystical just to show, what I when I go
out, and on to battle
You rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker
type of I like 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 fuel
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are in, turbo
Combustion
Gratitude, altitude, levels
But latitude
It's very rude when you step on my
I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my
my style within - the righs to win
brain I bend, like a pound of steel
Lethal power, to me weasel power
I'm overloaded tons of diesel power
Contraction, you're not ready for
Two rappers a day, I keep waxin and
cleanin polishin, every act up
You battle with me you must be cracked up
the jokes the games you're playin
You never sayin or payin, one bit of attention
to me my my clothes my hat my shoes
my shirt my tie, the on my eye
I try, not to cry
Cause you're as ever, never better
Clever to up the mic, in any snow or rain
or whether or not you to scheme a dream
or of life, but my lyrics are bright
like a satellite, with ball knowledge
I got to college, to astrology test
A million groups confessed, I'm still the
Kool Keith to
I'm like a heat ray, up your brain
I it well done, on the Chorus Line