Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well it's me, down D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the in the place
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and start to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he brought back the West the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin mic
Droppin hot I like
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 beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man makes eleven
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 twelve inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Why? Well my secret baby
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I I've earned it
So I just walk, or ride my
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ tonight
Give me a chance and I'll the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause male or female, I will
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a
In the night at a right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, time you surrender motherfuckers
and back up quickly
Your style is but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the that I created
ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't remember can't recall bring to mind
rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your
In case you hate I won't write no rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY

Yo Xzibit! Show motherfuckers man!
I don't think they understand shit!
Break this shit they backs!

I don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I only grab a nine to holes in your crew
I deny existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but weak
but you speak through the microphone
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, before you make the news 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 destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like rappers nothin to say
I 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you the record but don't push the culture

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

Just throw hands in the sky
Still real niggaz never die
And if you in this life 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 know what it is
over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..