Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't it Good to You

[Kool
I'm like Cato, my the Green Hornet
You you want it, rappers get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the
The my area
Dance interior, fresh decorated
A painted wall with
that and show the biter slow reciter
up who mighta tried to copy this
or their ways, to wonder if you can
take me out, on the
I'm like Benzine, I kill a fiend
Rhymes in my tank, pumpin gasoline
out, I use
And any rappers wack, my mind on
and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines
Now I'm ready to
On you and him, whole crew
Let's it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain be the star
Thoughtless, I take you far
to the galaxy, and leave domepiece
in the hemisphere, now lost on Jupiter
Your brain revolves around, you get
Tryin to think, you're goin
On other planets, rhymes are
through the Milky Way, quicker than speed
Brains I feed with rays
Ain't it good to

[Ced
I'm a wise man, prophet of the
You wanna try me, then I'm
to go and flow and show, don't you
Edgar Allan Poe, could not write like
Mysteries, with a
And I insist, to my metaphor
Slice and write, and make the brain sore
for, you and him
I kill a rapper, begin
to and smoke you're chokin then provoke
the joke the most, and around like notes
programmed, equal to a dummy
Them want You do summies
backwards, forwards,
Anyway, I say it
Now you're in space, you're folded
up, like of matter
Plus you scatter, you you had a
chance to shake, recuperate,
the cells, I have ate
Scraped, soak em in
Like Benzine, iodine
of Cee's, tryin to be, just like me
Ced Gee, the
A scientist, skilled knowledge
Once a God, years of
Accumulated, my and wit
Thoughts float, ideas are
to fit, the of the tempo
Also, the music so
have to move groove and lose you
Now ain't it good to

[Kool
Once again my blows up enemies
Wack MC's, across the nation on
You get the at the station
Promotion, I put your brain in slow
like lotion, and let it float in the
Then I it, your brain begins to bubble
I bring trouble, with Barney Rubble
in Bedrock, and another head rock
Go through West to and Ced block
The Avenue, passin you, you
in face, rhymes are crashin you
on the chrome dome, your Astrodome
in an ambulance, I'm takin you home
to complete the ways I'm on a
I see your balls of clay with
I'm a scientist, satellites are weak
They get dimmer every I speak
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the
that copacetically, you out
On the mic, Kool Keith in a
Risin, not followin,
Muscle flexin, for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm
selection, has protection
My reflection,
Triple your eye, invisible
I get by your
Now ain't it to you?

Gee]
Aiyyo Keith, how you
Just another Boogie Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot
Done at the lab of course
Mixed at D&D my man Andy
Yo, we here