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 -- than the rest of them
I'ma 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
Your girl's on my jock and it don't make 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, all, we can all have a ball
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep heads
Fat beats for life son, heads leanin
and mad
like Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I make you
Oooh, Ced Gee
to please, we spit the mad hits
Always legit, from to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the pads
the pedal, go acapello
We got the
The grooves we think about, my man plays
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
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"
ah Kool Keith

[Kool
I'm amazing, more or less fantastic
I'm like steel, are plastic
that try, to my emininence
emphasized
above the unusual
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 degree, of mathematical
irrelevant terms, germs, just
the mic -- put it on the stand
Step back while I 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, your
By the wizard Kool Keith, advancing
we're..

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" feel it
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" {magnetic}
"Ultra" yeah {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 intelligent, smart invincible
a professor son, with a high 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 up and through, and over the threshold
We make it Special, like Ed, that's what I
I'm on the rise,
Parallel sequence,
and copywritten, no sex case like Whitten
So are you kidding?
I love honies with mad hips, and fake
I make them
like running water, so your daughter
And that's an order, Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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