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

[Kool
I a mystical style, combined with common data
If a sucker catch it, to me, it doesn't matter
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm -- than 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 get tougher MC's all suffer
the consequence, and all elegance
Your girl's on my jock and it don't 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 sucker duck punk toy MC
we're.. "Ultra"

[Ced
it
Come one, come all, we can all have a
Mad Cristal, so son dance til you
Ultramag, the bag
"Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
We keep heads
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, Bronx to Harlem
Cairo, Egypt, New York
L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston
too
We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the pads
Bless the pedal, go
We got the
The grooves we think about, my man plays
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
Uhh, check it "Ultra"
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

Keith]
Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic
I'm like steel, are plastic
that try, to deny my
Thoughts
above the unusual
in a rhyme, but sometimes
I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the
as the kicks
at a height, excelling
to a degree, of mathematical
terms, germs, just stop
Release the mic -- put it on the
Step back I overreact and have a flashback
inside your brain
and take a part that you use - then abuse it
Throw it up and down, confuse it
Leaving out of control, your
By the Kool Keith, advancing energy
we're..

[Ced
Yeah "Ultra" feel it
C'mon "Ultra" uhh
Hah "Ultra" yeah
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 professor son, a high IQ
The things I do, you confused
Refuse to lose, make you the blues
Touch your sole son, yes you
new shoes, so do
right 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 honies with mad hips, and fake lips
I them drip
like running water, so hide daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
I'm.. down with..

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

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