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 doesn't
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- than the rest of
I'ma smack every and beat the best of them
til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie
By a native warrior, from the Bronx, High
As my get tougher MC's all suffer
from the consequence, and all
Your girl's on my jock and it don't sense at all
we're 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 til you fall
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep heads
Fat beats for son, keep 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, Bronx 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 grooves we about, my man spaceman plays
Cause we're.. "Ultra"
Uhh, check it "Ultra"
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

[Kool
Well I'm amazing, or less fantastic
I'm steel, others are plastic
try, to deny 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 while I overreact and have a
inside your brain
and a part that you don't use - then abuse it
Throw it up and down, then it
Leaving out of control, your
By the wizard Kool Keith, energy
we're..

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" it {magnetic}
"Ultra" uhh {magnetic}
Hah "Ultra" yeah
Remix "Ultra" yeah {magnetic} 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, smart
like a professor son, with a IQ
The I do, keep you confused
Refuse to lose, make you the blues
Touch your son, yes you choose
new shoes, so do
Step right up and through, and the threshold
We make it Special, Ed, that's what I said
I'm on the rise,
Parallel sequence,
and copywritten, no sex case like Whitten
So what are you
I honies with mad hips, and fake lips
I them drip
like running water, so hide your
And an order, from Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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