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 the Chorus Line, y'all with that?

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

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

[Tim

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

Dog]
Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to lick the
to spit, cause I'm too
I be appraisin, raised with the
I'm the headmaster and you're my
master, rhymes are disaster
Half the class step back, they'll call me the
You jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I your girl Emily
Procrastinator later hater out sprayed her
You wanna be Raider
control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
in tow.. I got so
many dollars, scholars,
wanna stop and talk but I walk
away, dog don't lay
Rappers play? Go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and dare a stare
You can say where? I'm over
physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales
difficult, to terrifical
Hypothetically,
Energetically,
No joke hardcore, rhymes sting more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes
I manifest protest and
with reflex, cause I get cold sex
I can't believe how I am
Give me a pound, thank you
So whether you think I'm just a myth
to rift to the gifts that itch the fifth
to shift his clip in control to hold the bolo
a bowl I make you take and ache and
Whoooo.. hot I'm great
I'm on the Chorus

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

[T.R.
the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat
Gimme a second, to of
the dopest language for lyrical
The metaphor for, if and in awe
the score, want more then implore
the rhyme, line, fine, com-bine
Redefine,
Down the line, see the sign, sign
Pause -- and let me your brain
the full circumfrence then maintain
to build, in which I'm equal to
I'm like a teacher tornado just a toyboy
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 rhythm for
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll rewind myself and then begin
Strike ignite and burn, just like
again, as I intend to start to end
to go beyond, means of a
I'm fightin, my fury to cause static
and shine, the superstar, reign
T.R. the has got to be
Dope and def the best that fessed
you guessed the test to threat in jest
Never mess up from a Chorus

Yo Ced, here's your

[Ced
Metaphor layer, it righteous
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that just
Rip into this, rap right this
that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to this
Rappin with swing and, distinct man
Seein the waffle can, rap me understand
the fact that I sound def that I'm buildin
I'm so dope I got rhymes by the
The image maker taker faker shaker
You rhyme me, you shoulda stayed the
out the industry, cause that mean you're jockin me
Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, not ahead of me
But that's not all, I feel 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 gale force, conducting mega-thrust
To build or ill or or deal a fill the will
that make the people and still
To prance and and find romance and take the chance
to glance, while I do
rhymes that's powerful, the illogical
Mystical to show, what I know when I go
out, and move on to
You rhymes like shit, youse a quick stinkin
type of hype I to recite on.. my Chorus Line

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

Keith]
I'm crankin up with the rhyme, tanks need fuel
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in,
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
Your brain I bend, like a of steel
power, to me you're weasel power
I'm overloaded with of diesel power
Contraction, you're not ready for
Two hundred a day, I keep waxin and
cleanin polishin, every act up
You wanna with me you must be cracked up
Stop the jokes the you're 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
Cause you're wack as ever, never
Clever to pick up the mic, in any snow or
or whether or not you to scheme a dream
or of life, but my lyrics are bright
like a satellite, with crystal knowledge
I got to college, to astrology test
A million confessed, I'm still the best
Keith to impress
I'm like a heat ray, cookin up your
I like it well done, on the Line