Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well it's me, down with
X to the Z rocks any
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm
get together and they start to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest
I might go first, and he'll go
I'll 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up hands 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 man crew makes eleven
By the I go for self
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any from the underground scene
but few have hot shit and seen green
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck me
Why? Well that's my baby
I don't shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public
Not a king but a teacher I I've earned it
So I just walk, or my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage
Give me a chance and I'll the house
But let a try to take me out
male or female, I will strangle
If a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas off the end of my gauge
Step up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch like a dyke
In the at a height 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 your
History is mine, it's time you motherfuckers
and just up quickly
Your style is but you persist to get me
or outwit me the style that I created
years ago I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or remember can't recall can't bring to mind
that rhyme that do not chase
I run a marathon a race of in your FACE
In case you hate I write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as
You puttin out a record to chart but it's weak
but when you speak the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front
Headed for the and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your
X to the Z will destroy any rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like rappers with to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em Dre
Cause no matter how 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 your hands in the sky
Still believe real never 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 stop
Yeah..

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