Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, known to be
I clear static, breakin' up traffic, move, I enter the groove
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, each and one
My son, pay attention, I take your brain to another dimension
it, mold 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 ducks I beat up, I am the oven, your I wanna heat up
Mega, degrees

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

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

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

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

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

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

Parkay, margarine, everything butter and thing
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 O, swing in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, General Executive plus exquisite
Mandatory, capital statements, I am the
Preaching what sense

Class, you wasn't able to pass, for any germ or who come last
I'm boric, high 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 ruin with rhymes, pumpin' up smoke
Diesel advances, makin' choke and cough up
The hard headed, I'll soften, spongee, then after that,

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