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

[Kool
I have a mystical style, combined with data
If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it doesn't
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- than the of them
I'ma smack every duck and beat the best of
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
we're havin a ball
out all suckers, ??
Cause you got too many, to your big group
and get paid, and try to be me
Not sucker 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 beats for life son, heads leanin
and mad
like Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I you holler
Oooh, Ced Gee
Back to please, we the mad hits
Always legit, from Bronx to
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston
too
We the mad ghettoes, lace the drum pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The we think about, my man spaceman plays
Cause we're.. "Ultra"
Uhh, check it "Ultra"
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

Keith]
Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic
I'm like steel, others are
that try, to my emininence
Thoughts
above the 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
the mic -- put it on the stand
Step while I overreact and have a flashback
Break inside your
and take a that you don't use - then abuse it
it up and down, then confuse it
Leaving out of control, memory
By the Kool Keith, advancing energy
we're..

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" it {magnetic}
"Ultra" uhh {magnetic}
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" {magnetic} it..
"Ultra"

it
I'm quite intelligent, invincible
like a professor son, a high IQ
The things I do, keep you
Refuse to lose, 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 Mark Whitten
So what are you
I love honies with mad hips, and lips
I them drip
like running water, so hide your
And an order, from Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. with..

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

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