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, with that?

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, yeah we gonna get out of man
on you, kick it my brother

[Tim
Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the get Vick to lick the dick
to spit, cause I'm too
I be appraisin, raised with the
I'm the headmaster and my slave
master, rhymes are disaster
Half the class step back, call me the master
You wanna jet, project a similie
But I'm so large I your girl Emily
Procrastinator later hater out sprayed her
You wanna be taught?
I'll control, get bold, uphold,
in tow.. I got so
dollars, scholars, holla
Girlies wanna stop and talk but I
away, cause dog lay
wanna play? Go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and dare a stare
You can say I'm over here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical mircales
difficult, to terrifical
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 can't believe how I am
me a pound, thank you ma'am
So whether you think that I'm a myth
to rift to lift the gifts that the fifth
to shift his that's in control to hold the bolo
a bowl I you take and ache and fake
Whoooo.. hot damn I'm
I'm on the Line

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

[T.R.
Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the
Gimme a second, to of
the dopest language for lyrical
The better 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
-- and let me enter your brain
Reachin the full then maintain
to build, in I'm equal to destroy
I'm like a teacher tornado you're a toyboy
Made manufactured by, Parker
You bought rhymes, from another wholesale
Words are stale, up to
you fail, try to trail
My sugar style, words and for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll myself and then begin again
Strike and burn, just like hydrogen
again, as I intend to start to end
to go beyond, means of a
I'm fightin, releasing my to cause static
and shine, the superstar, reign
T.R. the has got to be
Dope and def the that never fessed
Unless you guessed the test to threat in
Never mess up from a Chorus

Yo Ced, here's your

[Ced
Metaphor layer, kickin it
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that just
Rip into this, rap right through
beat 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 maker taker faker shaker
You like me, you shoulda stayed the
hell out the industry, cause that mean you're me
Your sweating me, me, telling me, you're 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 hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he to bust
a with gale force, conducting with mega-thrust
To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the
make the people straight and still
To prance and dance and find romance and take the
to glance, I still do
rhymes that's powerful, we're the
just 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 like to recite on.. my Line

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

Keith]
I'm crankin up with the rhyme, brain need fuel
Sunoco, rhymes are locked in, turbo
Combustion
Gratitude, increasing altitude,
But changing
It's rude when you step on my path
I and giggle, smile and grin my friend
my style within - holds the to win
Your brain I bend, like a pound of
Lethal power, to me you're weasel
I'm overloaded with of diesel power
Contraction, you're not for action
Two rappers a day, I keep waxin and
cleanin polishin, every act up
You wanna with me you must 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 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 to scheme a dream
or of life, but my lyrics are bright
like a satellite, with ball knowledge
I got to college, attend to astrology
A million groups confessed, I'm still the
Kool to impress
I'm like a heat ray, cookin up brain
I like it well done, on the Chorus