Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

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

[Kool

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

Your crew got high blood pressure, you bite on pork chops
As I strike in your area, shut down your shops
Your style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy
I wet your brain and tie penis to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and with dog doo-doo
You know my trash are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new like mildew
you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, is stop your marketing
All that hard and mean I'll get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, on the real brother
Pistol like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Keep that mop down, like your album sound
So that cartoon shit for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no niggas bound to make my bop
fuck with me
Between your legs you a cootie
[Tamika

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

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

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