Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now tuned in to the sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You what time it is!
Xzibit 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
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm
They get and they start to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the rhymes
I go first, and he'll go second
I'll 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
hot shit I like
So throw up your bitch, run your ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your is seven
Takin out your four man crew eleven
By the I go for self
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and green
Some have dope inches, count 'em
But not niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? that's my secret baby
I take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll 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,
hangin 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 for flight
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 you surrender motherfuckers
and back up quickly
Your style is but you persist to get me
or me with the style that I created
ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't remember recall can't bring to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in FACE
In case you hate I write 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 don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny existence as artists
You out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, not alone on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the front page
Headed for the grave and the
So save your microscopic 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
rappers with nothin to say
I 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd
gather together and
whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is
when you push the record but push the culture

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

Just your hands in the sky
believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just 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
Pull over, all emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! off the street
Xzibit, it up..