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 doesn't
A fact, equivalent, to a MC
I'm -- than the rest of them
I'ma smack every duck and beat the 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 on my jock 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 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 you holler
Oooh, Ced Gee
Back to please, we the mad hits
Always legit, from Bronx to
Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New
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 spaceman
we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
Uhh, check it "Ultra"
Yeah, feel it, uhh "Ultra"
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon "Ultra"
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
that try, to deny my
Thoughts
the unusual pattern
rearranged in a rhyme, but
I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the
as the bass
at a height, excelling
to a higher degree, of
irrelevant terms, germs, stop
Release the mic -- put it on the
Step back I overreact and have a flashback
Break inside brain
and take a part that you don't use - abuse it
Throw it up and down, confuse it
Leaving out of control, memory
By the Kool Keith, advancing energy
we're..

[Ced
"Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
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" {magnetic} it..
"Ultra"

it
I'm quite intelligent, smart
a professor son, with a high IQ
The I do, keep you confused
to lose, make you feel the blues
Touch your son, yes you choose
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,
sequence, protected
and copywritten, no sex case Mark Whitten
So are you kidding?
I love with mad hips, and fake lips
I make drip
like water, so hide your daughter
And an order, from Ced Gee
Cause I'm.. with..

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

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