Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

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

I'm frankly, clever than all of you, each and every one
My son, pay close attention, I your brain to another 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 I'll rap and be to you and eat up
Toy ducks I beat up, I am the oven, brains I wanna heat up
Mega, supersonic

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

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

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

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

You're a mark, skulls, I've been
any rapper who follow me
Your loves 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 butter and another
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake scream
I'm takin' titles and butter up it to me
Said, gee on the mic, and I'm hype for the critical down

Here's the K, combined the double O, 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 to pass, for any germ or lice who come last
I'm boric, high computing
Get off the mic and won't you please it to me, for a one two check
Give me a pound and lots of

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

Roll the assess, the Buddha with the
Puff up, while I tough stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, cold rippin'
I'm hype for the critical beat