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

[Kool
I have a mystical style, combined with data
If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it matter
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- the rest of them
I'ma smack every duck and 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
from the consequence, and all
girl's on my jock and it don't make sense at all
Because we're havin a
out all suckers, ??
Cause you got too many, to find your big
and get paid, and try to be me
Not another sucker duck toy MC
we're.. "Ultra"

[Ced
it
Come one, come all, we can all a ball
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep fiendin
Fat for life 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, from to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The grooves we think about, my man 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"
ah Kool Keith

[Kool
Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic
I'm like steel, are plastic
that try, to my emininence
Thoughts
the unusual pattern
rearranged in a rhyme, but
I don't, and I won't, but up the pace
as the bass
at a height, excelling
to a degree, of mathematical
irrelevant terms, germs, just
the mic -- put it on the stand
Step back while I overreact and a flashback
Break your brain
and take a part that you don't use - then it
Throw it up and down, then it
Leaving out of control, your
By the wizard Kool Keith, energy
we're..

[Ced
"Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" {magnetic}
Remix "Ultra" {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 quite intelligent, smart
like a son, with a high IQ
The I do, keep you confused
Refuse to lose, you feel the blues
your sole son, yes you choose
new shoes, so do
right up and through, and over the threshold
We make it Special, Ed, that's what I said
I'm on the rise,
sequence, protected
and copywritten, no sex like Mark Whitten
So what are you
I honies with mad hips, and fake lips
I make drip
like running water, so your daughter
And that's an order, Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. with..

Yeah "Ultra" uhh feel it
Yeah "Ultra" c'mon
And you say New York
The you are about to hear.. uhh
GET FUNKY!

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