Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

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

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

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

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

I'm attacking them, my job is stacking
For every rapper, must I be smacking them once, or twice in the
With rough beats, the bass that blow out
power to go out

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

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

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

Parkay, margarine, butter and another thing
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake scream
I'm takin' titles and punks 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, swing in the L, I'm to go
As Keith, Rap, General Executive plus exquisite
Mandatory, statements, I am the teacher
Preaching makes sense

Class, you wasn't able to pass, for any germ or 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 of respect

No hands, you disappointing my fans, you on
And talking to cans, hello, how are you
I come to wreck, and 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 Buddha the ganji
Puff up, while I make stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, cold rippin'
I'm for the critical beat down