Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

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

Keith]

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

Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on chops
As I strike in area, shut down close your shops
Your style is greasy, so what hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your penis to the two
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like
the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are wack, on the new smell like mildew
When you rhyme the mic from the socket and
You could never be classic, rappin skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your
All that hard and 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 your album sound
So save that cartoon for Saturday
Everything is
You flop, no niggas bound to my head bop
Don't with me
Between your legs you sport a
[Tamika

explain to me?"
"Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith, that's amazing! But I think
your fans will want to know how you'll this. Can you
Keith]

With the A1 6600 phone
can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times stories
Hush town, your becomes a mental town
I'll grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
Cover your peephole, reach bombs in your window
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go flush toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb
arab with muslim bells on my face
Three seconds your fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the place
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you fucking
My helmet's from haiti, at my house
Federal tax I light your real estate
Suck my nuts dual tube night vision goggles
Raw in to (?), your asshole's tied to a milk crate
Biological agents blew Waco
Dynamite's packed in trunks, on your Lexus
Suck my dick for real, my 44 mag is
I'll you out there, your crew'll have grey hair

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