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 the Chorus Line, y'all with that?

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

Gee]
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

[Tim
Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to the dick
to spit, I'm too quick
I be appraisin, with the brave
I'm the and you're my slave
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 boned your girl
Procrastinator later hater out sprayed her
You be taught? Raider
I'll control, get bold, uphold,
in tow.. I got so
many dollars, scholars,
wanna stop and talk but I walk
away, dog don't lay
Rappers wanna Go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and with a stare
You can say I'm over here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are lyrical mircales
difficult, to terrifical
Hypothetically,
Energetically,
No joke hardcore, will sting more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes
I manifest protest and
Confess with reflex, cause I get sex
I believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, you ma'am
So whether you think I'm just a myth
to rift to lift the gifts itch the fifth
to shift his clip that's in control to the bolo
a bowl I make you and ache and fake
Whoooo.. hot I'm great
I'm on the Chorus

It's a Line (3X)
Yo Trev (yeah) bust your

[T.R.
Hold the beat, the beat, drop the beat
Gimme a second, to of
the language for lyrical 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
-- and let me enter your brain
Reachin the circumfrence then maintain
to build, in which I'm equal to
I'm a teacher tornado you're just a toyboy
Made by, Parker Brothers
You bought your rhymes, from wholesale
Words are stale, up to
you fail, try to trail
My sugar style, words and for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm
I'll rewind myself and begin again
Strike ignite and burn, just hydrogen
Come again, as I intend to to end
to go beyond, of a titan
I'm fightin, my fury to cause static
and shine, the superstar, supreme
T.R. the has got to be
Dope and def the that never fessed
Unless you guessed the test to threat in
Never up from a Chorus Line

Yo Ced, here's your

[Ced
Metaphor layer, it righteous
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that just
Rip this, rap right through this
beat sweet to eat, I'm not new to this
Rappin with and, bein distinct 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 maker breaker taker faker shaker
You rhyme like me, you 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 not all, I just feel that 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 can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to bust
a rhyme with force, conducting with mega-thrust
To or ill or kill or deal a fill the will
that make the straight and still
To prance and and find romance and take the chance
to glance, I still do
rhymes 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
type of hype I like to recite on.. my Chorus

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

Keith]
I'm crankin up with the rhyme, brain tanks fuel
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in,
Combustion
Gratitude, altitude, levels
But latitude
very rude when you step on my path
I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my
my style within - holds the to win
Your brain I bend, like a of steel
power, to me you're weasel power
I'm overloaded with tons of diesel
Contraction, you're not ready for
Two hundred rappers a day, I waxin and
buffin cleanin polishin, act up
You wanna battle me you must be cracked up
Stop the jokes the games 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
to pick up the mic, in any snow or rain
or whether or not you tried to a dream
or beam of life, but my are bright
a satellite, with crystal ball knowledge
I got to college, attend to astrology
A groups confessed, I'm still the best
Keith to impress
I'm like a heat ray, cookin up brain
I like it well done, on the Line