Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the of two of the most controversial rappers of
one of the underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Keith, why in your songs 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 fucking rap industry is.
Besides, I have other like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork
As I strike in area, shut down close your shops
Your style is greasy, so what your 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 with dog doo-doo
You my trash bags are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are wack, on the new smell like mildew
you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your rappin skill's
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop marketing
All that hard and mean I'll get your ass kicked
Your undercover, corny on the real brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by pimp
Keep that mop down, just like your sound
So save that shit for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no niggas bound to make my bop
Don't with me
Between your legs you a cootie
[Tamika

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 phone detector
Y'all can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the
Missiles dropped, your hard times stories flop
town, your staircase becomes a mental town
I'll throw and blow your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
Cover your peephole, wires reach in your window
I thought so, your verbal wasn't fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the bomb
arab with muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in palm
Skeleton bones, I stash in the chicken place
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you fucking
My from haiti, infrared's at my house
tax bullshit I light your real estate
Suck my nuts dual tube night vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a crate
Biological agents blew Waco
Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on your
my dick for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll grey hair

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