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 of two of the most controversial rappers of
one of the underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your do you always refer to the
anal and rectum? 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 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, down close your shops
style 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 artifacts
the rest 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 rappin plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, is stop your marketing
All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real
Pistol whupped a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Keep that mop down, just like album sound
So save that cartoon for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no niggas to make my head bop
Don't with me
Between your 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 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 a mental town
throw grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
Cover your peephole, wires reach bombs in your
I thought so, verbal shit wasn't fucking pro
Go flush toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb
Iranian arab muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat your chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I bazookas in the chicken place
Uptown bronx with traps for you fucking mouse
My helmet's haiti, infrared's at my house
Federal tax bullshit I light your real
Suck my with dual tube night vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a crate
agents blew Waco Texas
Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on your
my dick for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll you out there, your crew'll have grey hair

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