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
smack every duck and beat the best of them
til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie
By a warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley High
As my rhymes get tougher all suffer
from the consequence, and all
girl's on my jock and it don't make sense at all
Because havin 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 have a
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We heads fiendin
Fat beats for son, keep heads leanin
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, Bronx to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, the drum pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The grooves we think about, my man spaceman
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
Uhh, it "Ultra" {magnetic}
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"
ah Kool Keith

[Kool
Well I'm amazing, or less fantastic
I'm like steel, others are
that try, to my emininence
emphasized
above the pattern
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 higher degree, of
irrelevant terms, germs, just
the mic -- put it on the stand
Step back 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, confuse it
Leaving out of control, memory
By the wizard Kool Keith, 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" check it..
"Ultra"

it
I'm intelligent, smart invincible
like a professor son, a high IQ
The things I do, you confused
to lose, make you feel the blues
Touch your sole son, yes you
new shoes, so do
right up and through, and over the threshold
We make it Special, like Ed, what I said
I'm on the rise,
sequence, protected
and copywritten, no sex case like Mark
So what are you
I love honies mad hips, and fake lips
I them drip
running water, so hide your daughter
And that's an order, Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. with..

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

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