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

[Kool
I have a mystical style, combined with common
If a sucker can't it, to me, it doesn't matter
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- than the rest of
smack every duck and beat the best of them
til they DIE, and I'm no lie
By a native warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley
As my rhymes get tougher MC's all
the consequence, and all elegance
Your girl's on my jock and it make sense at all
Because havin a ball
out all suckers, ??
Cause you got too many, to find your big
and get paid, and try to be me
Not sucker duck 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
like Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I you holler
Oooh, Ced Gee
Back to please, we spit the mad
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 grooves we think about, my man plays
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
Uhh, check it "Ultra"
Yeah, it, uhh "Ultra" {magnetic}
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 steel, others are plastic
that try, to my emininence
Thoughts
above the pattern
in a rhyme, but sometimes
I don't, and I won't, but up the pace
as the kicks
at a positive height,
to a higher degree, of
irrelevant terms, germs, stop
Release the mic -- put it on the
Step back I overreact and have a flashback
inside your brain
and take a part that you use - then abuse it
Throw it up and down, then it
Leaving out of control, your
By the wizard Keith, advancing energy
we're..

[Ced
"Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" yeah
Remix "Ultra" {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 professor son, with a IQ
The I do, keep you confused
Refuse to lose, make you feel the
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 like Mark Whitten
So what are you
I love with mad hips, and fake lips
I them drip
like running water, so hide daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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