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

[Kool
I a mystical style, combined with common data
If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it matter
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm greater -- than the of them
I'ma smack every duck and the best of them
til they DIE, and I'm no lie
By a native warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley
As my rhymes get tougher all suffer
from the consequence, and all
Your girl's on my jock and it don't 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, all, we can all have a ball
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep fiendin
Fat beats for life son, keep leanin
and mad
like Picasso, see I got so
many, dollars, I you holler
Oooh, Ced Gee
Back to please, we the mad hits
Always legit, from Bronx to
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and
too
We the mad ghettoes, lace the drum 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, c'mon "Ultra"
Moe Love..
Uhh.. "Ultra"
Moe Love..

Moe Love..
"Ultra"
Moe Love..

Yeah "Ultra"
{magnetic} ah Kool

[Kool
I'm amazing, more or less fantastic
I'm like steel, are plastic
that try, to deny my
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, stop
the mic -- put it on the stand
Step back while I and have a flashback
Break your brain
and a part that you don't use - then abuse it
Throw it up and down, then it
Leaving out of control, memory
By the wizard Kool Keith, energy
we're..

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" feel it
"Ultra" uhh {magnetic}
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, invincible
like a son, with a high IQ
The I do, keep you confused
Refuse to lose, you feel the blues
Touch your sole son, yes you
new shoes, so do
right up and through, and over the threshold
We it Special, like Ed, that's what I said
I'm on the rise,
Parallel sequence,
and copywritten, no sex like Mark Whitten
So are you kidding?
I love with mad hips, and fake lips
I make drip
like water, so hide your daughter
And that's an order, Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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