Luyện nghe bài hát Super Luv

Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to 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 songs do you refer to the
words anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words and
pee-pee?"

[Kool

"Because that's what the whole 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 your hair is nappy peasy
I wet brain and tie your penis to the two train
you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my bags are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell mildew
When you the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, rappin skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop marketing
All that hard and mean look get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, on the real brother
whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Keep that mop down, just like your sound
So save that shit for Saturday
Everything is
You flop, no bound to make my head bop
Don't fuck me
Between your you sport a cootie
[Tamika

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

the A1 6600 phone detector
Y'all can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the
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, your bubblegum sitting
Cover your peephole, wires reach in your window
I thought so, your 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 fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash in the chicken place
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you fucking
My helmet's from haiti, at my house
Federal tax bullshit I your real estate
Suck my nuts with tube night vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's to a milk crate
Biological agents Waco Texas
packed in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
Suck my dick for real, my 44 mag is
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have hair

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