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 MC's
Who claim to be better me, no way

I'm frankly, more clever all of you, each and every one
My son, pay close attention, I take your to another dimension
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 I beat up, I am the oven, your brains I wanna heat up
Mega, supersonic

I come around, roastin' MC's with
To burn the toy, liar raw meat, the flame higher
Cook it a fish, I'll 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 down

I'm attacking them, my job is them
For every rapper, must I be smacking them once, or in the face
With beats, producin' the bass that blow out
'Cause to go out

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

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

When I'm on the stage, should be clear speakin', ear to ear
Places far, would appear 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 takin' and punks butter up it to me
Said, gee on the mic, and I'm hype for the critical beat

Here's the K, the double O, swing in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, General Chief Executive plus
Mandatory, capital statements, I am the
Preaching what makes

Class, you wasn't able to pass, for any germ or lice who come
I'm boric, high acid
Get off the mic and won't you please it to me, for a one two check
Give me a 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 I'll ruin with rhymes, pumpin' up smoke
advances, makin' them choke and cough up
The hard headed, I'll soften, spongee, after that, drink

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