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

[Kool
I have a mystical style, combined with common
If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it matter
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- the rest of them
smack every duck and beat the best of them
til they DIE, and I'm no lie
By a native warrior, the Bronx, Cooley High
As my rhymes get tougher all suffer
the consequence, and all elegance
Your girl's on my jock and it don't 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 duck toy MC
we're.. "Ultra"

[Ced
it
Come one, all, we can all have a ball
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We heads fiendin
Fat beats for life son, heads leanin
and mad
like Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I make you
Oooh, Ced Gee
Back to please, we spit the mad
Always legit, from Bronx to
Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New
L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The grooves we about, my man spaceman plays
Cause we're.. "Ultra"
Uhh, it "Ultra" {magnetic}
Yeah, it, uhh "Ultra" {magnetic}
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, "Ultra" {magnetic}
Moe Love..
Uhh.. "Ultra"
Moe Love..

Moe Love..
"Ultra"
Moe Love..

Yeah "Ultra"
{magnetic} ah Keith

Keith]
Well I'm amazing, or less fantastic
I'm steel, others are plastic
that try, to deny my
emphasized
above the unusual
rearranged in a rhyme, but
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 while I overreact and have a flashback
Break inside brain
and take a part that you use - then abuse it
Throw it up and down, confuse it
out of control, your memory
By the wizard Kool Keith, energy
we're..

[Ced
"Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" {magnetic}
Remix "Ultra" yeah {magnetic} 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, keep you
Refuse to lose, make you the blues
your sole son, yes you choose
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 Whitten
So are you kidding?
I love honies mad hips, and fake lips
I make them
running water, so hide your daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. with..

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

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