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 whack
Who claim to be than me, no way

I'm frankly, more clever than all of you, each and one
My son, pay close attention, I take your brain to 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 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' MC's with
To burn the toy, liar raw meat, turn the flame
it like a fish, I'll hook it for any beat

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 them
For every rapper, must I be smacking them once, or in the face
With rough beats, the bass that 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 wanna bite
My illusions, mental

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

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

Parkay, margarine, everything butter and another
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake puppet
I'm takin' 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 O, swing in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, General Chief Executive plus
Mandatory, statements, I am the teacher
Preaching what sense

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

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

the assess, the Buddha with the ganji
Puff up, while I make stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, rippin' MC's
I'm hype for the critical beat