Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't it Good to You

[Kool
I'm Cato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet
You know you want it, get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the
The world's my
Dance interior, fresh decorated
A painted wall rhymes
that glow and show the biter slow
up who tried to copy this style
or their ways, to wonder if you can
me out, on the microphone
I'm strong like Benzine, I kill a
Rhymes in my tank, pumpin gasoline
out, I use
And any rappers wack, my checks on
meters and gauges, crankin up engines
Now I'm to roll
On you and him, your whole
Let's film it, now two
Watch the movie, brain will 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
Tryin to think, you're goin
On planets, rhymes are flowin
through the Milky Way, quicker than warp
Brains I feed with rays
Ain't it good to

[Ced
I'm a man, prophet of the bible
You try me, then I'm liable
to go and flow and show, you know
Edgar Poe, could not write like this
Mysteries, a twist
And I insist, to my metaphor
Slice dice and write, and the brain sore
for, you and him
I a rapper, then begin
to wrote and smoke you're 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 in space, plus you're folded
up, like molecules of
Plus you scatter, you you had a
chance to shake, recuperate,
the brain cells, I ate
Scraped, em in solutions
Like Benzine, producin
of Cee's, tryin to be, just like me
Ced Gee, the
A scientist, skilled with
a God, years of college
Accumulated, my and wit
float, ideas are legit
to fit, the of the tempo
Also, the more so
have to groove soothe and lose you
Now it good to you?

Keith]
Once my rhyme blows up enemies
Wack MC's, across the on rotation
You get the hype at the
Promotion, I put your in slow motion
like lotion, and let it in the ocean
Then I drown it, your begins to bubble
I bring trouble, hang with Rubble
in Bedrock, and watch another rock
Go through to Washington and Ced block
The Avenue, passin you, you
in your face, are crashin you
on the chrome dome, 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 are weak
They get every time I speak
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the
copacetically, bugs you out
On the mic, Kool in a spaceship
Risin, not followin,
Muscle flexin, for connection
injection, rhythm perfection
Brain selection, has
My reflection,
times your eye, invisible
I get by your
Now ain't it to you?

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