Luyện nghe bài hát Kool Keith Housing Things

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

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

Turn around, in the mirror
You rap catchers are a error
inning, I'm back to the dugout
You on the field, I'm to bug out

Like a manager, smackin' up team
Male or female, who dream 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, while I to a fan
I'm Keith, not a Bill or a Dan

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

{Moe Love cuts up Kool

Now I'm back, to my verses
I'm never screamin' loud any curses
Roughly, that a can learn
I teach kids, and ducks that

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

And cook 'em, they all well done
They not ready, they smell done
Like fish, it ain't my favorite
I a steak and to battle, I wish

A MC or Pepsi, I'll sip up
Drop your face and the other lip up
Watch, while I stun and you
out lyrics that truly'll daze you

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

an employer with nothin' to say
But I can say, one thing for
I'm Things

{Moe Love cuts up Keith}

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

Science, the real
No other solo or production
Did that, or got that
I play ball usin' a bat

To skull, smack it out the park
I rhyme bright, and in the dark
With shadows, battles
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 that I'm
Creating rhymes, you have to be,

And versatile on the
I'm Kool
Cold Things

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