Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, to be graphic
I static, breakin' up traffic, move, while I enter the groove
I'm on top and happy to prove, to MC's
Who claim to be better me, no way

I'm frankly, clever than all of you, each and every one
My son, pay close attention, I take your brain to dimension
Hold it, mold it, shape it, you got a knife, yes, I scrape it
Up and down, sideways, any way, I can be to you

But rap and be crude to you and eat up
Toy ducks I beat up, I am the oven, your brains I heat up
Mega, supersonic

I around, roastin' MC's with fire
To the toy, liar raw meat, turn the flame higher
Cook it like a fish, I'll hook it for any

It's time that I took it right, to the top
the rhythm and as your head, bop
I'm hype, for the critical beat

I'm attacking them, my job is them
For every rapper, must I be smacking them once, or twice in the
With rough beats, producin' the that blow out
power to go out

Inner spark, I'm to blow out like this, altitude level
Reachin' forth, stompin' every in sight
You might just wanna
My illusions, confusions

You're a mark, skulls, I've been
Losin' any who follow me
Your girl loves me, now, she swallow me
Back up, move on to the

When I'm on the stage, should be clear speakin', ear to ear
far, ducks would appear for the countdown
So you wait to rhyme and twist, stuttering,

Parkay, margarine, everything butter and thing
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake scream
I'm titles and punks butter up it to me
Said, gee on the mic, and I'm for the critical beat down

the K, combined the double O, swing in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, General Chief Executive exquisite
Mandatory, statements, I am the teacher
Preaching what sense

Class, you wasn't to pass, for any germ or lice who come last
I'm boric, high computing
Get off the mic and you please pass it to me, for a one two check
Give me a pound and of respect

No hands, you disappointing my fans, you on
And to cans, hello, how are you doing?
I to wreck, and parties I'll ruin with rhymes, pumpin' up smoke
Diesel advances, makin' them and cough up
The hard headed, I'll soften, spongee, after that, drink

Roll the assess, the Buddha the ganji
up, while I make tough stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, rippin' MC's
I'm hype for the critical beat