Luyện nghe bài hát Kool Keith Housing Things

Well, I'm sonically, high
For you dummies, stupid
are you, Cupid?
You my rhymes and then you loop it

Wrong, this way
Follow me now, head way into this
While I rap on through this for germs
Who never this switches, upside down

around, look in the mirror
You rap catchers are makin' a
Every inning, I'm back to the
You on the field, I'm to bug out

Like a manager, smackin' up your
Male or female, ducks who of takin' me
On the mic and me rack up
MC's I up foreign precinct rappers need to back up

Quickly, I'ma rip brain off
Throw it down so the can drain off
My hands, I wave to a fan
I'm Kool Keith, not a or a Dan

But a General, equal to a
Pushin' a crowd, to keep on
I'm Things

{Moe Love up Kool Keith}

Now I'm back, to continue my
I'm never screamin' with any curses
Roughly, that a can learn
I kids, and ducks that burn

a flamethrower, and how do you show a
A grass rapper, cut him a lawnmower
Twice, golden wheat
Ground the into moldin' meat

And 'em, 'til they all well done
They not ready, they don't smell
fish, it ain't my favorite dish
I grab a steak and to battle, I

A Coke MC or Pepsi, sip up
Drop your face and bring the lip up
Watch, I stun and amaze you
Kick out that truly'll daze you

I'm boss, the one that pays you
Nine to five, all are hired
And I come MC's are fired
No pay, no way

You're an employer nothin' to say
But I can say, one thing for
I'm Housing

{Moe Love cuts up Kool

I it's pitiful, that you had taunted me
Your girl sulkin', she me first
Before you was about
Back in the days, I taught about

Science, the real
No other solo team or
Did that, or got with
I play brain usin' a bat

To your skull, it out the park
I rhyme bright, and you're in the
With shadows, hallucinating
To compel, the K, as in Kool

in Keith
Rap metal is chief
And joy, squashin' the
On time, and my mic stay on

For any roach or who wanna pray on
A weakness, but my
Has a way to show I'm slicker
Creating rhymes, you to be, quicker

And versatile on the
I'm Keith
Housing Things

And I'd to say whassup to my man, Father Mashon
And also my Kevvy Kev, Ced Gee, Moe Love, TR
And my man I God, Paul C, Public and the Jungle Brothers
Peace, I'm outta