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

[Kool
I a mystical style, combined with common 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 every duck and beat the best of them
til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie
By a native warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley
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 havin a ball
out all suckers, ??
Cause you got too many, to find big group
and get paid, and try to be me
Not another duck punk toy MC
we're.. "Ultra"

[Ced
it
Come one, all, we can all have a ball
Mad Cristal, so son til you fall
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
Back to please, we spit the mad
legit, from Bronx to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the drum
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The grooves we about, my man spaceman plays
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"
{magnetic} ah Kool

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

[Ced
"Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" yeah
"Ultra" yeah {magnetic} 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, keep you
to lose, make you feel the blues
Touch sole son, yes you choose
new shoes, so do
Step up and through, and over the threshold
We make it Special, Ed, that's what I said
I'm on the rise,
sequence, protected
and copywritten, no sex like Mark Whitten
So are you kidding?
I honies with mad hips, and fake lips
I make them
like running water, so hide daughter
And that's an order, Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. 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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