Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the of two of the most controversial rappers of
one of the most rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Keith, why in your songs do you always refer to the
words anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words and
pee-pee?"

Keith]

"Because that's the whole fucking rap industry is.
Besides, I other words like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

Your crew got blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
As I strike in your area, down close your shops
Your style is greasy, so what your hair is peasy
I wet your brain and tie your to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, spray like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and with dog doo-doo
You my trash bags are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like
When you rhyme the mic from the socket and
You never be classic, your rappin skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop marketing
All that and mean look I'll get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by pimp
Keep that mop down, just like your sound
So that cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is
You flop, no niggas to make my head bop
Don't with me
your legs you sport a cootie
[Tamika

this to me?"
"Holy anal Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I think
your fans will want to how you'll accomplish this. Can you
[Kool

With the A1 phone detector
can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard stories flop
Hush town, your staircase becomes a mental
I'll throw grenades and your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your sitting below
your peephole, wires reach bombs in your window
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the bomb
arab with muslim bells on my face
Three flat your fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the place
Uptown bronx cheese traps for you fucking mouse
My helmet's haiti, infrared's at my house
tax bullshit I light your real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your tied to a milk crate
Biological agents blew Waco
Dynamite's in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
my dick for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have grey

"Super luv, super luv, baby, super luv, superman, luv, lois
lane, superman luv,