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 Line, y'all with that?

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

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

Dog]

[Ced
We gonna, we gonna 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, I'm too quick
I be appraisin, raised the brave
I'm the and you're my slave
Metaphor master, rhymes are
Half the class back, they'll call me the master
You jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your girl
later hater played out sprayed her
You wanna be Raider
control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
in tow.. I got so
many dollars, scholars,
Girlies wanna stop and talk but I
away, cause dog lay
Rappers wanna play? Go a sleigh
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 joke hardcore, rhymes will more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes
I protest and progress
Confess reflex, cause I get cold sex
I believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, you ma'am
So whether you that I'm just a myth
to to lift the gifts that itch the fifth
to his clip that's in control to hold the bolo
a bowl I make you take and and fake
Whoooo.. hot damn I'm
I'm on the Line

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

[T.R.
the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat
Gimme a second, to of
the dopest language for interest
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 bought rhymes, from another wholesale
Words are stale, up to
you fail, try to trail
My sugar style, words and rhythm for
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll rewind myself and then begin
Strike ignite and burn, just like
Come again, as I 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
Unless you the test to threat in jest
Never up from a Chorus Line

Yo Ced, here's your

Gee]
Metaphor layer, kickin it
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
with swing and, bein distinct man
Seein the waffle can, rap me understand
the fact that I sound def means I'm buildin
I'm so dope I got rhymes by the
The image maker breaker taker shaker
You like me, you shoulda stayed the
hell out the industry, cause mean you're jockin me
Your me, getting me, telling me, you're not ahead of me
But that's not all, I just feel that I'm better
I'm Ultra, and I'm a veteran
with rhymes, by the thous', stacks and
I'm a scientist, you say how
the hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to
a rhyme with gale force, with mega-thrust
To build or ill or kill or deal a the will
that make the straight and still
To and dance and find romance and take the chance
to glance, I still do
that's powerful, we're the illogical
Mystical just to show, what I know I go
out, and on to battle
You rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker
of hype I like to recite on.. my Chorus Line

Yeah boy it's a Chorus
Aiyyo Keith (yo) you what?
It's your

Keith]
I'm up with the rhyme, brain tanks need fuel
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are in, turbo
Combustion
Gratitude, altitude, levels
But latitude
It's very rude you step on my path
I laugh and giggle, smile and my friend
my style within - the righs to win
Your 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 hundred rappers a day, I keep and
cleanin polishin, every act up
You wanna battle with me you be cracked up
the jokes the games you're playin
You never were 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 wack as ever, never
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
a satellite, with crystal ball knowledge
I got to college, attend to astrology
A million groups confessed, I'm still the
Keith to impress
I'm a heat ray, cookin up your brain
I like it well done, on the Line