Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't it Good to You

[Kool
I'm like Cato, my rhyme's the 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 rhymes
that glow and show the slow reciter
up who tried to copy this style
or their ways, to wonder if you can
me out, on the microphone
I'm like Benzine, I kill a fiend
Rhymes in my tank, pumpin gasoline
out, I use
And any rappers wack, my checks on
meters and gauges, up lyrical engines
Now I'm to roll
On you and him, your whole
film it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain will be the
Thoughtless, I take you far
to the galaxy, and your domepiece
in the hemisphere, now lost on Jupiter
Your brain revolves around, you get
Tryin to think, where goin
On planets, rhymes are flowin
through the Milky Way, quicker warp speed
Brains I feed with 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 Poe, could not write like this
Mysteries, a twist
And I insist, to uplift my
dice and write, and make the brain sore
for, you and him
I a rapper, then begin
to and smoke you're chokin then provoke
the joke the most, and around like notes
programmed, you're to a dummy
Them want rhyme? You do
backwards, forwards,
Anyway, I say it
Now you're in space, you're folded
up, like of matter
you scatter, you wish you had a
chance to shake, recuperate,
the brain cells, I ate
Scraped, em in solutions
Benzine, iodine producin
student of Cee's, tryin to be, just me
Ced Gee, the
A scientist, skilled knowledge
Once a God, of college
Accumulated, my and wit
Thoughts float, are legit
to fit, the rhythm of the
Also, the music so
have to move soothe and lose you
Now ain't it good to

[Kool
Once again my rhyme blows up
MC's, across the nation on rotation
You get the at the station
Promotion, I put your brain in slow
lotion, and let it float in the ocean
Then I drown it, your brain to bubble
I bring trouble, hang with Barney
in Bedrock, and watch another head
Go through West to Washington and Ced
The Avenue, passin you, you
in your face, are crashin you
on the chrome dome, swellin Astrodome
You're in an ambulance, I'm takin you
to complete the ways I'm on a
I see your balls of clay with
I'm a scientist, your satellites are
They get dimmer time I speak
On my gryoscope you hope to the style
copacetically, bugs you out
On the mic, Kool Keith in a
Risin, not followin,
flexin, lyrics for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm
Brain selection, has
My reflection,
times your eye, invisible
I get by brain
Now ain't it good to

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