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, the metro-politan
The my area
Dance interior, fresh decorated
A painted with rhymes
that and show the biter slow reciter
up who mighta tried to this style
or change their ways, to if you can
take me out, on the
I'm strong like Benzine, I kill a
Rhymes in my tank, pumpin gasoline
out, I use
And any rappers wack, my mind on
meters and gauges, up lyrical engines
Now I'm ready to
On you and him, your whole
film it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain be the star
Thoughtless, I take you far
to the galaxy, and your domepiece
in the hemisphere, now you're on Jupiter
Your brain around, you get stupider
to think, where you're goin
On other planets, rhymes are
through the Milky Way, quicker than speed
Brains I feed heatable rays
it good to you?

[Ced
I'm a man, prophet of the bible
You wanna try me, then I'm
to go and flow and show, you know
Edgar Allan Poe, could not write this
Mysteries, with a
And I insist, to my metaphor
Slice dice and write, and make the brain
for, you and him
I kill a rapper, then
to wrote and smoke you're chokin then
the joke the most, and walk around notes
programmed, you're equal to a
Them want rhyme? You do
backwards, forwards,
Anyway, I say it
Now you're in space, plus folded
up, like molecules of
Plus you scatter, you you had a
to shake, recuperate, recreate
the brain cells, I ate
Scraped, soak em in
Benzine, iodine producin
student of Cee's, tryin to be, like me
Ced Gee, the
A scientist, skilled knowledge
Once a God, of college
Accumulated, my and wit
Thoughts float, ideas are
to fit, the of the tempo
Also, the more so
have to move groove soothe and you
Now ain't it to you?

Keith]
Once again my rhyme blows up
Wack MC's, across the on rotation
You get the hype at the
Promotion, I put your brain in motion
like lotion, and let it float in the
Then I drown it, your brain to bubble
I bring trouble, with Barney Rubble
in Bedrock, and watch another rock
Go through to Washington and Ced block
The Avenue, passin you, you
in face, rhymes are crashin you
on the dome, swellin your Astrodome
You're in an ambulance, I'm you home
to the ways I'm on a mission
I see your balls of clay with
I'm a scientist, your satellites are
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, lyrics for
Rhyme injection, perfection
selection, has protection
My reflection,
times your eye, invisible
I get by brain
Now ain't it good to

[Ced
Keith, how you say?
Just another Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot
Done at the lab of course
Mixed at D&D with my man
Yo, we outta