Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

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

I'm frankly, more clever than all of you, and every one
My son, pay close attention, I take brain to another dimension
Hold 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 beat up, I am the oven, your brains I wanna up
Mega, degrees

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

time that I took it right, correctly to the top
With the rhythm and as head, bop
I'm hype, for the beat down

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

Inner spark, I'm ready to blow out this, altitude level
forth, stompin' every devil in sight
You might wanna bite
My illusions, confusions

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

When I'm on the stage, should be clear speakin', ear to ear
Places far, 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 titles and punks butter up it to me
Said, gee on the mic, and I'm hype for the critical down

Here's the K, the double O, swing in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, Chief Executive plus exquisite
Mandatory, capital statements, I am the
Preaching what makes

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

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

the assess, the Buddha with the ganji
Puff up, while I make stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, cold MC's
I'm hype for the beat down