Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

verse1:Well i'm the equalizer, known to be
I clear static, up traffic
Move, i enter the groove
I'm on top, and to prove
To wack who claim to be better than
No way i'm frankly clever than
All of you, and every one, my son
Pay attention
I take your brain to another
it, mold it, shape it
You got a knife, yes i wanna it
Up and down, sideways, any way i can
Be to you
But i'll rap and be to you
And eat up, toy ducks i up
I am the oven your brains i heat up
Mega, supersonic
I come around, roastin
fire, to burn the toy liar
Raw meat, the flame higher
Cook it, a fish i'll hook it
For any beat, time that i took it
Right, to the top
With the and as your head bop
I'm hype, for the beatdown!

Chorus(x2):beat is what you takin,
beatdown is you makin,
beatdown is somethin you from me so dont go fake it

verse2:I'm attacking them, my job is stacking
For every rapper, must i be smacking
Once, or in the face
With rough beats, producin the
That blow out, power to go out
spark, i'm ready to blow out
Like this, altitude
Reachin forth, stompin every
In sight, you might just wanna
My illusions, mental
You're a mark, i've been abusin
Losin, any rapper who me
girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me
Back up, move on to the
When i'm on the should be clear
Speakin, ear to ear
Places far, ducks appear
For the countdown, so you to rhyme
And twist, stuttering,
Parkay, margerine, butter
And another thing, you shoulda a muppet
A toy boy, a fake puppet
I'm takin titles, and better up it
To me, lil ced on the mic, and i'm
For the beatdown!

Chorus(x2):beat down is you takin,
is what you makin,
beatdown is somethin you from me so dont go fake it

the L.i.l., combined with the c.e.d.
Swing in the lil ced say it
As ced, rap chief executive
exquisitive
Mandatory, capital
I am the teacher, preaching makes sense
Class, you wasn't able to
For any germ or lice who come
I'm boric, computing acid
Get off the mic and won't you pass it
To me, for a check
Give me a and lots of respect
No hands, you dissapointing my
You on reverb, and to cans
- how are you doing?
I come to wreck, and parties ruin
rhymes, pumpin up smoke
Diesel advances makin them
And up, the hard-headed i'll soften
Spongee, after that drink a ?
Roll the sess, the buddha with the
up, while i make tough stuff up
I'm Lil Ced, cold rippin
I'm hype - for the beatdown!

Chorus(x2):beat down is you takin,
is what you makin,
beatdown is somethin you dont from me so go fake it