Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Magazine, and I'm
about to 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 your songs do you always to the
words anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words and
pee-pee?"

[Kool

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

Your crew got high blood pressure, you still on pork chops
As I strike in area, shut down close your shops
style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie penis to the two train
Drag you the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, my nut sacs
Emcees are wack, on the new smell like mildew
When you rhyme the mic steps the socket and
You could be classic, your rappin skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, is stop your marketing
All that hard and look I'll get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your
Keep that mop down, like your album sound
So that cartoon shit for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no niggas to make my head bop
fuck with me
Between legs you sport a cootie
Jones]

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
[Kool

With the A1 6600 detector
can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard stories flop
Hush town, staircase becomes a mental town
throw grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
Cover your peephole, wires bombs in your window
I thought so, verbal shit wasn't fucking pro
Go your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb
Iranian arab with muslim bells on my
Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in your
bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken place
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you mouse
My from haiti, infrared's at my house
Federal tax I light your real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night vision
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a crate
Biological agents Waco Texas
Dynamite's in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
Suck my for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll you out there, your crew'll have grey hair

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