Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

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

I'm frankly, more than all of you, each and every one
My son, pay close attention, I take your 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, degrees

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

It's time that I took it right, 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 them once, or twice in the face
With rough beats, producin' the bass blow out
'Cause to go out

spark, I'm ready to blow out like this, altitude level
Reachin' forth, every devil in sight
You might just bite
My illusions, mental

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

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

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

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

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

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

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