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 start the Chorus Line, y'all that?

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

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

[Tim

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

[Tim
Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to lick the
to spit, I'm too quick
I be appraisin, with the brave
I'm the headmaster and my slave
Metaphor master, rhymes are
Half the class step back, call me the master
You jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned girl 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, cause dog lay
Rappers wanna play? Go a sleigh
I'll compare and dare with a
You can say where? I'm here
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 protest and progress
Confess with reflex, cause I get sex
I believe how dope I am
me a pound, thank you ma'am
So you think that I'm just a myth
to rift to lift the gifts itch the fifth
to shift his that's 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 Line (3X)
Yo (yeah) bust 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 your
Reachin the circumfrence then maintain
to build, in which I'm to destroy
I'm like a teacher tornado you're a toyboy
Made by, Parker Brothers
You bought your rhymes, from wholesale
are stale, up to bail
cause you fail, try to
My style, words and rhythm for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll myself and then begin again
Strike ignite and burn, just like
Come again, as I intend to to end
to go beyond, means of a
I'm fightin, releasing my to cause static
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 mess up from a Line

Yo Ced, your rhyme

[Ced
Metaphor layer, kickin it
Ced the hypest, man that might just
Rip into this, rap right through
beat that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to
Rappin with swing and, bein man
Seein the waffle can, rap me understand
the that I sound def means that I'm buildin
I'm so dope I got rhymes by the
The image maker breaker faker shaker
You rhyme like me, you shoulda the
hell out the industry, cause that you're jockin me
sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not ahead of me
But that's not all, I just feel I'm better than
I'm Ultra, and I'm a veteran
with rhymes, by the thous', and piles
I'm a scientist, you say how
the hell can we trust, Ced Gee when 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 find and take the chance
to glance, I still do
rhymes that's powerful, we're the
Mystical just to show, what I know I go
out, and on to battle
You rhymes shit, youse a quick thinker stinkin
type of hype I like to recite on.. my Chorus

Yeah boy a Chorus Line
Aiyyo Keith (yo) you know
your rhyme

[Kool
I'm up with the rhyme, brain tanks need fuel
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are in, turbo
Combustion
Gratitude, altitude, levels
But latitude
It's rude when you step on my path
I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my
my style - holds the righs to win
Your brain I bend, like a of steel
Lethal power, to me you're power
I'm overloaded tons of diesel power
Contraction, you're not ready for
Two hundred rappers a day, I keep and
buffin polishin, every act up
You wanna battle with me you be cracked up
the jokes the games you're playin
You never 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 wack as ever, 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 crystal knowledge
I got to college, to astrology test
A million confessed, I'm still the best
Keith to impress
I'm a heat ray, cookin up your brain
I like it well done, on the Line