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 to copy this style
or change their ways, to if you can
take me out, on the
I'm strong Benzine, I kill a fiend
Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin
out, I use
And any rappers wack, my checks on
meters and gauges, crankin up engines
Now I'm ready to
On you and him, whole crew
film it, now take two
Watch the movie, your will be the star
Thoughtless, I take you far
to the galaxy, and leave your
in the hemisphere, now lost on Jupiter
brain revolves around, you get stupider
Tryin to think, you're goin
On planets, rhymes are flowin
through the Milky Way, quicker warp speed
Brains I with heatable rays
Ain't it to you?

Gee]
I'm a wise man, prophet of the
You wanna try me, I'm liable
to go and flow and show, don't you
Edgar Allan Poe, not write like this
Mysteries, a twist
And I insist, to my metaphor
dice and write, and make the brain sore
for, you and him
I a rapper, then begin
to wrote and you're chokin then provoke
the joke the most, and around like notes
programmed, you're equal to a
Them want You do summies
backwards, forwards,
Anyway, I say it
Now you're in space, plus you're
up, like of matter
you scatter, you wish you had a
chance to shake, recuperate,
the cells, I have ate
Scraped, em in solutions
Like Benzine, iodine
student of Cee's, tryin to be, just me
Ced Gee, the
A scientist, skilled with
Once a God, of college
Accumulated, my and wit
Thoughts float, are legit
to fit, the rhythm of the
Also, the music so
to move groove soothe and lose you
Now ain't it good to

[Kool
Once again my blows up enemies
Wack MC's, the nation on rotation
You get the at the station
Promotion, I put brain in slow motion
like lotion, and let it in the ocean
Then I it, your brain begins to bubble
I bring trouble, hang Barney Rubble
in Bedrock, and watch head rock
Go through to Washington and Ced block
The Avenue, you, bashin you
in your face, are crashin you
on the dome, swellin your Astrodome
You're in an ambulance, I'm you home
to complete the I'm on a mission
I see your balls of clay x-vision
I'm a scientist, your are weak
They get dimmer every time I
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the
that copacetically, you out
On the mic, Keith in a spaceship
Risin, not followin,
flexin, lyrics for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm
selection, has protection
My reflection,
Triple times eye, invisible
I get by your
Now it good to you?

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