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

[Kool
I a mystical style, combined with common data
If a sucker catch it, to me, it doesn't matter
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- than the rest of
I'ma smack every duck and beat the best of
til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie
By a native warrior, from the Bronx, High
As my rhymes get tougher MC's all
the consequence, and all elegance
Your on my jock 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 another duck punk toy MC
we're.. "Ultra"

[Ced
it
Come one, come all, we can all have a
Mad Cristal, so son til you fall
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep heads
Fat beats for life son, keep leanin
and mad
like Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I make you
Oooh, Ced Gee
Back to please, we the mad hits
Always legit, from to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We the mad ghettoes, lace the drum pads
the pedal, go acapello
We got the
The grooves we think about, my man spaceman
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
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"
ah Kool Keith

[Kool
Well I'm amazing, or less fantastic
I'm like steel, are plastic
try, to deny my emininence
Thoughts
above the pattern
in a rhyme, but sometimes
I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the
as the bass
at a positive height,
to a degree, of mathematical
irrelevant terms, germs, stop
the mic -- put it on the stand
Step back while I and have a flashback
Break your brain
and take a part that you don't use - then it
it up and down, then confuse it
Leaving out of control, memory
By the wizard Kool Keith, advancing
we're..

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

it
I'm quite intelligent, invincible
like a professor son, with a IQ
The things I do, keep you
Refuse to lose, make you 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,
Parallel sequence,
and copywritten, no sex like Mark Whitten
So what are you
I love honies with mad hips, and fake
I make them
like running water, so hide your
And an order, from Ced Gee
I'm.. down 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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