Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the most rappers of
one of the underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
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 have other words gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

Your crew got high pressure, you still bite on pork chops
As I in your area, shut down close your shops
Your style is greasy, so what hair is nappy peasy
I wet your and tie your 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 my trash bags are packed, lick my nut sacs
are still wack, on the new smell like mildew
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 hard and look I'll get your ass kicked
steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your
Keep that mop down, just your album sound
So save cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is
You flop, no niggas bound to make my bop
fuck with me
Between your legs you a cootie
[Tamika

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

With the A1 phone detector
Y'all 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 your
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, the bowl, see the fucking bomb
Iranian with muslim bells on my face
Three flat your fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I bazookas in the chicken place
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you mouse
My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my
Federal tax bullshit I light 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, alarms on Lexus
Suck my for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll grey hair

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