Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, known to be
I clear static, breakin' up traffic, move, while I enter the
I'm on top and to prove, to whack MC's
Who claim to be better me, no way

I'm frankly, more than 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 ducks I beat up, I am the oven, brains I wanna heat up
Mega, degrees

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

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

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

Inner spark, I'm to blow out like this, altitude level
Reachin' forth, stompin' every devil in
You might wanna bite
My illusions, confusions

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

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

Parkay, margarine, everything and another thing
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake puppet
I'm takin' titles and punks up it to me
Said, gee on the mic, and I'm hype for the beat down

the K, combined the double O, swing in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, Chief Executive plus exquisite
Mandatory, capital statements, I am the
what makes sense

Class, you wasn't to pass, for any germ or lice 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 my fans, you on reverb
And to cans, hello, how are you doing?
I come to wreck, and I'll ruin with rhymes, pumpin' up smoke
Diesel advances, makin' them choke and up
The hard headed, I'll soften, spongee, then after that,

Roll the assess, the with the ganji
Puff up, I make tough stuff up
I'm Keith, cold rippin' MC's
I'm hype for the critical down