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 down the hard-core, real raw,
My name is KRS-One, and REAL!!

Well it's me, with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the off the whores in the place
Cause shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start to
How can we him out one time
he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and go second
I'll 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you'll off
Six is your beatdown, your title is
Takin out your four man makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground
but few dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have dope inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? Well my secret baby
I don't shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public
Not a but a teacher I believe I've earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a and I'll rock the house
But let a try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will
If it's a label, have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's what you
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes a dyke
In the night at a height right for
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my stay white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
History is mine, time you surrender motherfuckers
and back 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 sudden you know
or can't remember can't recall can't bring to
that rhyme place do not chase
I run a marathon a of rhymes in your FACE
In case you I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

Yo Xzibit! Show motherfuckers man!
I think they understand this shit!
Break this over they backs!

I don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in crew
I deny existence as artists
You puttin out a record to chart but it's weak
but when you speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light comes cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, you make the news front page
Headed for the and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small and WALK
And put a little pep in your
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin
in the nation, in
All you in ANY occupation
Like rappers nothin to say
I 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather and splatter
whatever bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don't the culture

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

Just throw your in the sky
Still believe real 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 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! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..