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

[Kool
I have a mystical style, 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 smack duck and beat the best of them
til they DIE, and I'm no lie
By a native warrior, from the Bronx, High
As my get tougher MC's all suffer
the consequence, and all elegance
Your girl's on my and it don't make sense at all
Because we're 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 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 heads fiendin
Fat beats for son, keep heads leanin
and mad
like Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I you holler
Oooh, Ced Gee
Back to please, we spit the mad
Always legit, Bronx to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New
L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, the drum pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The grooves we think about, my man plays
Cause we're.. "Ultra"
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"
{magnetic} ah Kool

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

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" feel it
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" yeah
Remix "Ultra" yeah feel 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 professor son, with a IQ
The things I do, you confused
Refuse to lose, make you feel the
Touch your sole son, yes you
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,
sequence, protected
and copywritten, no sex case Mark Whitten
So are you kidding?
I love with mad hips, and fake lips
I them drip
running water, so hide your daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. with..

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

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