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

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

[Ced
it
Come one, come all, we can all have a
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep fiendin
Fat beats for life son, keep heads
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', 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 plays
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
Uhh, check it "Ultra"
Yeah, it, uhh "Ultra" {magnetic}
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon "Ultra"
Moe Love..
Uhh.. "Ultra"
Moe Love..

Moe Love..
"Ultra"
Moe Love..

Yeah "Ultra"
{magnetic} ah Kool

Keith]
Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic
I'm like steel, others are
that try, to my emininence
emphasized
above the unusual
in a rhyme, but sometimes
I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the
as the kicks
at a positive height,
to a degree, of mathematical
irrelevant terms, germs, stop
Release the mic -- put it on the
back while I overreact and have a flashback
Break your brain
and a part that you don't use - then abuse it
Throw it up and down, then it
out of control, your memory
By the wizard Kool Keith, advancing
we're..

[Ced
"Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" {magnetic}
Remix "Ultra" yeah feel 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 son, with a high IQ
The things I do, you confused
Refuse to lose, make you feel the
Touch your son, yes you choose
new shoes, so do
right up and through, and over the threshold
We make it Special, like Ed, that's I said
I'm on the rise,
Parallel sequence,
and copywritten, no sex case Mark Whitten
So what are you
I honies with mad hips, and fake lips
I make them
like running water, so hide daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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