Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't it Good to You

[Kool
I'm like Cato, my the Green Hornet
You know you it, rappers get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the
The world's my
interior, fresh interior decorated
A painted with rhymes
that glow and the biter slow reciter
up who mighta to copy this style
or change their ways, to if you can
me out, on the microphone
I'm strong Benzine, I kill a fiend
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 to roll
On you and him, your whole
Let's film it, now two
Watch the movie, your will be the star
Thoughtless, when I you far
to the galaxy, and leave your
in the hemisphere, now you're lost on
brain revolves around, you get stupider
Tryin to think, you're goin
On other planets, are flowin
through the Milky Way, quicker warp 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 Poe, could not write like this
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 wrote and you're chokin then provoke
the joke the most, and walk around like
programmed, equal to a dummy
Them rhyme? 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, soak em in
Like Benzine, iodine
student of Cee's, tryin to be, just me
Ced Gee, the
A scientist, with knowledge
Once a God, years of
Accumulated, my and wit
float, ideas are legit
to fit, the of the tempo
Also, the music so
have to move groove soothe and you
Now ain't it good to

Keith]
Once my rhyme blows up enemies
Wack MC's, across the on rotation
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 trouble, hang with Barney Rubble
in Bedrock, and watch another rock
Go through West to Washington and Ced
The Avenue, passin you, you
in face, rhymes are crashin you
on the chrome dome, your Astrodome
You're in an ambulance, I'm takin you
to complete the I'm on a mission
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 in a spaceship
Risin, not followin,
Muscle flexin, lyrics for
injection, rhythm perfection
Brain selection, has
My reflection,
Triple your eye, invisible
I get by brain
Now ain't it good to

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