Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the controversial rappers of
one of the most rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
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 what the whole rap industry is.
Besides, I other words like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

Your crew got blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
As I strike in your area, shut down your shops
Your style is greasy, so your hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, and smeared with dog doo-doo
You my trash bags 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 plan, strategy is stop your marketing
All that hard and mean look get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get by your pimp
Keep mop down, just like your album sound
So save that cartoon for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no niggas bound to my head bop
Don't fuck me
your legs you sport a cootie
[Tamika

this to me?"
"Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I
your fans will want to 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 hard times stories
Hush town, your staircase becomes a town
I'll throw grenades and your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, bubblegum sitting below
your peephole, wires reach bombs in your window
I thought so, your shit wasn't fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking
Iranian arab with muslim bells on my
Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken
bronx with cheese traps for you fucking mouse
My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my
Federal tax bullshit I light real estate
Suck my nuts with tube night vision goggles
Raw in to (?), your asshole's tied to a milk crate
agents blew 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

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