Luyện nghe bài hát Kool Keith Housing Things

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

Wrong, back 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
inning, I'm back to the dugout
You on the field, I'm to bug out

Like a manager, up your team
or female, ducks who dream of takin' me
On the mic and makin' me up
MC's I stack up foreign precinct rappers need to up

Quickly, rip your 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, to a mineral
a crowd, to keep on dancin'
I'm Things

{Moe cuts up Kool Keith}

Now I'm back, to my verses
I'm screamin' loud with any curses
Roughly, that a child can
I kids, and ducks that burn

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

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

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

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

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

{Moe Love cuts up Kool

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

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

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

Combined in
Rap metal is chief
And joy, the beef
On time, and my mic stay on

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

And on the microphone
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 here