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

[Kool
I have a mystical style, combined common data
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, the Bronx, Cooley High
As my get tougher MC's all suffer
the consequence, and all elegance
Your girl's on my and it don't make sense at all
Because havin a ball
out all suckers, ??
Cause you got too many, to find 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 til you fall
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We heads fiendin
Fat for life 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, from to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the drum
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The we think about, my man spaceman plays
Cause we're.. "Ultra"
Uhh, it "Ultra" {magnetic}
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, more or fantastic
I'm steel, others are plastic
try, to deny my emininence
Thoughts
the unusual pattern
rearranged in a rhyme, but
I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the
as the kicks
at a height, excelling
to a higher degree, of
irrelevant terms, germs, stop
Release the mic -- put it on the
back while I overreact and have a flashback
Break your brain
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" 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 son, with a high IQ
The things I do, 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,
Parallel sequence,
and copywritten, no sex case Mark Whitten
So what are you
I love honies mad hips, and fake lips
I make drip
like water, so hide your daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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