Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what it is!
Xzibit up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw,
My name is KRS-One, and 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 whores in the
Cause suckers shake, 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
wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I
So throw up your hands bitch, run ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your is seven
Takin out your four man crew eleven
By the twelveth I go for
L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground
but few have dropped hot and seen green
Some have twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have 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 Smoke+ tonight
Give me a chance and rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause male or female, I strangle
If it's a label, have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
Step up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch like a dyke
In the night at a right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, my kicks stay white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, time you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or outwit me with the style 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 won't write no rap
with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab a to bust holes in your crew
I deny your as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's
but when you through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, not alone on the earth
The comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the
So your microscopic 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 in ANY occupation
rappers with 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 egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the record but push the culture

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

Just throw your 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
Pull over, all emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..