Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, up I'm Tamika 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 groups of all time, the
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your do you always refer to the
words anal and And why do you always use the words doo-doo and
pee-pee?"

[Kool

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

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

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

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