Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, known to be
I clear static, breakin' up traffic, move, while I the groove
I'm on top and happy to prove, to whack
Who claim to be better me, no way

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

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

I come around, roastin' MC's with
To burn the toy, 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
With the 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 bass blow out
'Cause to go out

Inner spark, I'm ready to blow out like this, altitude
Reachin' forth, stompin' devil in sight
You just wanna bite
My illusions, mental

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

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

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

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

Class, you wasn't able to pass, 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 one two check
me a pound and lots of respect

No hands, you my fans, you on reverb
And to cans, hello, how are you doing?
I come to wreck, and parties I'll ruin 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 with the
Puff up, while I make tough up
I'm Kool Keith, cold MC's
I'm for the critical beat down