Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, to be graphic
I clear static, breakin' up traffic, move, while I enter the
I'm on top and happy to prove, to MC's
Who claim to be 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 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 up, I am the oven, your brains I wanna heat up
Mega, degrees

I come around, roastin' with fire
To burn the toy, liar raw meat, the flame higher
Cook it like a fish, 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 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 that blow out
power 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

a mark, skulls, I've been abusin'
Losin' any who follow 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, ducks would appear for the
So you wait to and twist, stuttering, uttering

Parkay, margarine, everything butter and another
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake scream
I'm takin' 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 Executive exquisite
Mandatory, statements, I am the teacher
Preaching makes sense

Class, you wasn't able to pass, for any germ or lice who last
I'm boric, computing 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 talking to cans, hello, how are you
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, after that, drink

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