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

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

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

Moe Love..
"Ultra"
Moe Love..

Yeah "Ultra"
ah Kool Keith

[Kool
Well I'm amazing, more or less
I'm like steel, others are
that try, to deny my
Thoughts
the unusual pattern
rearranged in a rhyme, but
I don't, and I won't, but up the pace
as the kicks
at a height, excelling
to a degree, of mathematical
irrelevant terms, germs, stop
Release the mic -- put it on the
Step while I overreact and have a flashback
Break inside brain
and take a that you don't use - then abuse it
Throw it up and down, confuse it
out of control, your memory
By the wizard Keith, advancing energy
we're..

[Ced
"Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
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" check it..
"Ultra"

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

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

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