Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what 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 cocks off the in the place
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest
I go first, and he'll go second
wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up hands bitch, run your ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you'll off
Six is beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper from the scene
but few have hot shit and seen green
Some have dope inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Well 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 earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll the house
But let a try to take me out
Cause or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin 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 stay white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's time you surrender
and back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or outwit me with the that I created
years ago when I was powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't remember recall can't bring to mind
rhyme that place do not chase
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your FAMILY kidnapped

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

I dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a 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 speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, not alone on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you make the news front
for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small and WALK
And put a little pep in step
X to the Z will destroy any rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you in ANY occupation
Like with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then 'em with Dre
no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather and splatter
egotistic bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don't push the

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

Just throw your 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 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! off the street
Xzibit, it up..