Luyện nghe bài hát A Chorus Line 2000 (Remix)

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

Dog]
Word up, let's do this shit man
Let's get on

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

[Tim

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

[Tim
Ahhhhhhhhh shit, me the hick get Vick to lick the dick
to spit, I'm too quick
I be appraisin, raised with the
I'm the headmaster and my slave
master, rhymes are disaster
Half the class step back, they'll call me the
You wanna jet, project a similie
But I'm so I boned your girl Emily
Procrastinator later hater out sprayed her
You wanna be Raider
I'll control, get bold, uphold,
in tow.. I got so
dollars, scholars, holla
Girlies wanna stop and but I walk
away, dog don't lay
Rappers wanna play? Go ride a
I'll and dare with a stare
You can say where? I'm over
Metaphor physical, rhymes are lyrical mircales
difficult, to some
Hypothetically,
Energetically,
No hardcore, rhymes 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 believe how I am
Give me a pound, you ma'am
So whether you that I'm just a myth
to rift to lift the gifts itch the fifth
to shift his clip that's in control to the bolo
a bowl I make you take and and fake
Whoooo.. hot I'm great
I'm on the Chorus

a Chorus Line (3X)
Yo Trev (yeah) your rhyme

[T.R.
Hold the beat, the beat, drop the beat
a second, to think of
the language for lyrical interest
The metaphor 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 enter brain
Reachin the full circumfrence maintain
to build, in which I'm equal to
I'm like a teacher tornado you're just a
Made manufactured by, Brothers
You your rhymes, from another wholesale
are stale, up to bail
cause you fail, try to
My sugar style, words and for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll rewind myself and begin again
Strike ignite and burn, just like
again, as I intend 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
Unless you the test to threat in jest
Never mess up a Chorus Line

Yo Ced, here's rhyme

[Ced
Metaphor layer, kickin it
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that just
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 with me
the fact I sound def means that I'm buildin
I'm so I got rhymes by the million
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 I'm better than
cause I'm Ultra, and I'm a
with rhymes, by the thous', stacks and
I'm a scientist, you say how
the can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to bust
a rhyme with gale force, with mega-thrust
To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the
make the people straight and still
To prance and and find romance and take the chance
to glance, I still do
rhymes that's powerful, the illogical
Mystical just to show, I know when I go
out, and move on to
You rhymes like shit, a quick thinker stinkin
of hype I like to recite on.. my Chorus Line

Yeah boy a Chorus Line
Aiyyo (yo) you know what?
It's rhyme

Keith]
I'm crankin up the rhyme, brain tanks need fuel
Sunoco, rhymes are locked in, turbo
Combustion
Gratitude, increasing altitude,
But changing
It's very when you step on my path
I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my
my style within - the righs to win
Your brain I bend, like a pound of
Lethal power, to me you're weasel
I'm with tons of diesel power
Contraction, not ready for action
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 or payin, one bit of attention
to me my my clothes my hat my shoes
my my tie, the glasses on my eye
I try, not to cry
you're wack as ever, never better
Clever to up the mic, in any snow or rain
or or not you tried to scheme a dream
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
Kool Keith to
I'm a heat ray, cookin up your brain
I like it done, on the Chorus Line