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

[Kool
I a mystical style, combined with 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 every duck and beat the best of them
til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie
By a native warrior, from the Bronx, High
As my rhymes get tougher all suffer
the consequence, and all elegance
Your girl's on my jock and it don't sense at all
Because we're havin a
out all suckers, ??
Cause you got too many, to your big group
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 til you fall
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep heads
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 the mad hits
Always legit, from to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We the mad ghettoes, lace the drum pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The we think about, my man spaceman plays
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
Uhh, it "Ultra" {magnetic}
Yeah, it, uhh "Ultra" {magnetic}
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, "Ultra" {magnetic}
Moe Love..
Uhh.. "Ultra"
Moe Love..

Moe Love..
"Ultra"
Moe Love..

Yeah "Ultra"
ah Kool Keith

[Kool
Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic
I'm steel, others are plastic
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 positive height,
to a degree, of mathematical
irrelevant terms, germs, stop
the mic -- put it on the stand
Step back while I and have a flashback
Break your brain
and take a part that you don't use - abuse it
it up and down, then confuse it
Leaving out of control, your
By the wizard Kool Keith, advancing
we're..

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" feel it
"Ultra" uhh {magnetic}
Hah "Ultra" {magnetic}
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
like a professor son, with a IQ
The things I do, keep you
Refuse to lose, make you feel the
Touch sole son, yes you choose
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 like Mark Whitten
So are you kidding?
I love honies mad hips, and fake lips
I make drip
like running water, so your daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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