Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the 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
anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words doo-doo and
pee-pee?"

[Kool

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

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

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

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

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