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, the metro-politan
The my area
Dance interior, fresh interior
A painted wall with
that glow and show the biter slow
up who mighta tried to copy style
or change ways, to wonder if you can
take me out, on the
I'm strong like Benzine, I kill a
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 to roll
On you and him, your whole
Let's it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain be the star
Thoughtless, I take you far
to the galaxy, and leave your
in the hemisphere, now you're on Jupiter
Your brain around, you get stupider
Tryin to think, you're goin
On other planets, rhymes are
through the Milky Way, quicker than speed
Brains I feed with rays
it good to you?

[Ced
I'm a wise man, of the bible
You wanna try me, I'm liable
to go and and show, don't you know
Edgar Allan Poe, could not write 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 wrote and smoke you're then provoke
the joke the most, and walk like notes
programmed, you're to a dummy
Them want You do summies
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, to be, just like me
Ced Gee, the
A scientist, skilled with
Once a God, of college
Accumulated, my and wit
float, ideas are legit
to fit, the rhythm of the
Also, the music so
to move groove soothe and lose you
Now ain't it to you?

Keith]
Once again my rhyme blows up
Wack MC's, across the nation on
You get the hype at the
Promotion, I put brain in slow motion
lotion, and let it float in the ocean
Then I it, your brain begins to bubble
I trouble, hang with Barney Rubble
in Bedrock, and another head rock
Go West to Washington and Ced block
The Avenue, you, bashin you
in face, rhymes are crashin you
on the chrome dome, swellin your
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 you hope to seek the style
copacetically, bugs you out
On the mic, Kool in a spaceship
Risin, not followin,
flexin, lyrics for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm
selection, has protection
My reflection,
times your eye, invisible
I get by brain
Now ain't it good to

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