Luyện nghe bài hát Kool Keith Housing Things

Well, I'm sonically, high
For you dummies, stupid
What are you,
You steal my and then you loop it

Wrong, this way
Follow me now, head this way into
While I rap on this for many 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, smackin' up your
Male or female, who dream of takin' me
On the mic and me rack up
MC's I stack up 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 cuts up Kool Keith}

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

With a flamethrower, and how do you a
A rapper, cut him with a lawnmower
Twice, into wheat
Ground the rest into meat

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

A Coke MC or Pepsi, sip up
Drop face and bring the other lip up
Watch, while I and amaze you
Kick out lyrics that daze you

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

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

{Moe Love up Kool Keith}

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

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

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

in Keith
Rap is terminal 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 show that I'm
rhymes, you have to be, quicker

And versatile on the
I'm Keith
Cold Housing

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