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 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
words anal and 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 words gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

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

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

With the A1 6600 detector
can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times flop
Hush town, your staircase a mental town
I'll throw grenades and blow rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, bubblegum sitting below
Cover your peephole, wires bombs in your window
I so, your verbal shit wasn't 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
bronx with cheese traps for you fucking mouse
My from haiti, infrared's at my house
Federal tax bullshit I your real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a crate
Biological blew Waco Texas
Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on your
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,