Luyện nghe bài hát MC's Ultra Part 2 (Remix)

[Kool
I have a mystical style, combined common data
If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it matter
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- than the of them
I'ma smack duck and beat the best of them
til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie
By a warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley High
As my rhymes get MC's all suffer
from the consequence, and all
Your girl's on my jock and it don't make at all
Because we're a ball
out all suckers, ??
Cause you got too many, to find your big
and get paid, and try to be me
Not another duck punk toy MC
we're.. "Ultra"

[Ced
it
Come one, come all, we can all a ball
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep fiendin
Fat for life son, keep heads leanin
and mad
Just Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I make you
Oooh, Ced Gee
to please, we spit the mad hits
Always legit, from Bronx to
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, the drum pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The grooves we think about, my man plays
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
Uhh, check it "Ultra"
Yeah, feel it, uhh "Ultra"
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, "Ultra" {magnetic}
Moe Love..
Uhh.. "Ultra"
Moe Love..

Moe Love..
"Ultra"
Moe Love..

Yeah "Ultra"
ah Kool Keith

[Kool
I'm amazing, more or less fantastic
I'm like steel, others are
try, to deny my emininence
Thoughts
above the pattern
in a rhyme, but sometimes
I don't, and I won't, but up the pace
as the kicks
at a positive height,
to a higher degree, of
terms, germs, just stop
Release the mic -- put it on the
Step back while I and have a flashback
Break your brain
and take a part that you don't use - abuse it
Throw it up and down, confuse it
Leaving out of control, memory
By the wizard Kool Keith, energy
we're..

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" it {magnetic}
"Ultra" uhh {magnetic}
Hah "Ultra" yeah
Remix "Ultra" yeah {magnetic} it
Uhh "Ultra" one
Uhh "Ultra" yes, yes, to Ced Gee
"Ultra" uhh..
"Ultra" c'mon.. yeah..
"Ultra" {magnetic} it..
"Ultra"

it
I'm quite intelligent, invincible
a professor son, with a high IQ
The things I do, you confused
to lose, make you feel the blues
Touch your son, yes you choose
new shoes, so do
Step up and through, and over the threshold
We make it Special, like Ed, what I said
I'm on the rise,
sequence, protected
and copywritten, no sex case like Mark
So are you kidding?
I love honies mad hips, and fake lips
I make drip
like running water, so your daughter
And that's an order, Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. with..

"Ultra" uhh {magnetic} feel it
Yeah "Ultra" c'mon
And you say New York
The you are about to hear.. uhh
GET FUNKY!

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