Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, to be graphic
I clear static, breakin' up traffic, move, I enter the groove
I'm on top and happy to prove, to whack
Who claim to be better me, no way

I'm frankly, clever than all of you, each and every one
My son, pay close attention, I take your brain to another
Hold it, 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 brains I heat up
Mega, degrees

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

time that I took it right, correctly to the top
With the rhythm and as head, bop
I'm hype, for the critical beat

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
'Cause to go out

spark, I'm ready to blow out like this, altitude level
Reachin' forth, stompin' every devil in
You might just bite
My illusions, mental

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

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

Parkay, margarine, everything and another thing
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a 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 double O, in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, General Chief Executive plus
Mandatory, capital statements, I am the
what makes 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 won't you please pass it to me, for a one two
Give me a pound and lots of

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

Roll the assess, the with the ganji
up, while I make tough stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, rippin' MC's
I'm hype for the beat down