Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, to be graphic
I clear static, up traffic, move, while I enter the groove
I'm on top and to prove, to whack MC's
Who claim to be 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 wanna 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 I wanna heat up
Mega, degrees

I around, roastin' MC's with fire
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 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, I be smacking them once, or twice in the face
With rough beats, producin' the bass that out
'Cause to go out

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

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

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

Parkay, margarine, everything and another 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 for the critical beat down

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

Class, you wasn't able to pass, for any or lice who come last
I'm boric, computing acid
Get off the mic and you please 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, them choke and cough up
The hard headed, soften, spongee, then after that, drink

Roll the assess, the Buddha with the
up, while I make tough stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, cold MC's
I'm hype for the critical down