Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, known to be
I static, breakin' up traffic, move, while I enter 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 attention, I take your 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, supersonic

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

It's time that I it right, correctly to the top
the rhythm and as your 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
rough beats, producin' the bass that blow out
'Cause to go out

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

You're a mark, skulls, been abusin'
Losin' any who follow me
Your girl me, now, she wanna swallow me
up, move on to the rear

When I'm on the stage, be clear speakin', goin' 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 scream puppet
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 Chief plus exquisite
Mandatory, capital statements, I am the
Preaching makes sense

Class, you wasn't to pass, for any germ 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
Give me a and lots of respect

No hands, you disappointing my fans, you on
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, I'll soften, spongee, then that, drink

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