Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now tuned in to the sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what it is!
steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and REAL!!

Well it's me, down with
X to the Z any party
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the cocks off the in the place
Cause suckers shake, I'm creatin
They get together and they to hatin
How can we take him out one
he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I
So throw up your bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and go fourth
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground
but few have dropped hot shit and seen
Some have dope twelve inches, 'em
But not many niggaz have albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Well that's my secret baby
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can call me, a servant
Not a but a teacher I believe I've earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage
Give me a and I'll rock the house
But let a try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will
If a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas off the end of my gauge
Step right up if what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a
In the night at a height right for
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My shine bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's time you motherfuckers
and just back up
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or outwit me with the style that I
years ago when I was sellin powder to the
Oh, all of a sudden you know
or remember can't recall can't bring to mind
rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won't no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole kidnapped

Yo Xzibit! Show these man!
I don't think they understand shit!
this shit over they backs!

I dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your
I deny your as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's
but when you speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, not alone on the earth
The light comes cause Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the
So save your miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in step
X to the Z will any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like with nothin to say
I 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how the wallet, I'd rather
gather and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the record but don't the culture

Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin,
Yo Xzibit, rockin!

Just your hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz die
And if you in this just gettin by
say, "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't
Yeah..

Woop woop, woop, woop!
You what time it is
Pull over, all emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..