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 that?

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

Gee]
Yo so how we do this? Yo..
Matter of fact, you how we gon' 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, me the hick get Vick to lick the dick
to spit, I'm too quick
I be appraisin, with the brave
I'm the and you're my slave
Metaphor master, are disaster
Half the class back, they'll call me the master
You wanna jet, project with a
But I'm so large I boned your Emily
Procrastinator hater played out sprayed 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, cause dog lay
Rappers wanna play? Go 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, rhymes sting more
Dog get more, yes yes yes y'all
I manifest protest and
Confess reflex, cause I get cold sex
I believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, thank you
So you think that I'm just a myth
to rift to lift the that 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 Line (3X)
Yo (yeah) bust your rhyme

[T.R.
Hold the beat, stop the beat, the beat
a second, to think of
the language for lyrical interest
The metaphor for, if and in awe
before the score, more then implore
the rhyme, line, fine, design
Redefine,
Down the line, see the sign, sign
Pause -- and let me enter brain
Reachin the full circumfrence then
to build, in which I'm equal to
I'm like a teacher tornado you're a toyboy
Made by, Parker Brothers
You bought your rhymes, from wholesale
Words are stale, up to
cause you fail, try to
My style, words and rhythm for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll rewind myself and begin again
Strike and burn, just like hydrogen
Come again, as I intend to 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 never fessed
Unless you guessed the test to in jest
mess up from a Chorus Line

Yo Ced, here's your

Gee]
Metaphor layer, it righteous
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that just
Rip into this, rap through this
that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to this
Rappin with swing and, distinct man
the waffle can, rap with me understand
the that I sound def means that I'm buildin
I'm so I got rhymes by the million
The image breaker taker faker shaker
You rhyme me, you shoulda stayed the
hell out the industry, cause that mean jockin me
Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not 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', and piles
I'm a scientist, you say how
the can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to bust
a rhyme with gale force, conducting mega-thrust
To build or ill or kill or a fill the will
that the people straight and still
To prance and dance and find romance and take the
to glance, while I do
rhymes that's powerful, the illogical
Mystical just to show, what I know I go
out, and on to battle
You like shit, youse a quick thinker stinkin
type of hype I like to on.. my Chorus Line

Yeah boy a Chorus Line
Aiyyo Keith (yo) you know
It's your

Keith]
I'm crankin up with the rhyme, brain need fuel
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in,
Combustion
Gratitude, increasing altitude,
But latitude
It's very rude you step on my path
I laugh and giggle, smile and my friend
my within - holds the righs to win
Your brain I bend, like a of steel
Lethal power, to me you're power
I'm overloaded with tons of power
Contraction, not ready for action
Two hundred rappers a day, I waxin and
buffin cleanin polishin, act up
You wanna battle with me you must be up
Stop the jokes the you're playin
You were sayin or payin, one bit of attention
to me my rhymes my clothes my hat my
my my tie, the glasses on my eye
I try, not to cry
Cause you're as ever, never better
to pick up the mic, in any snow 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 test
A million groups confessed, I'm still the
Kool Keith to
I'm like a heat ray, cookin up brain
I like it done, on the Chorus Line