Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know 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, with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the off the whores in the place
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and start to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he brought back the with the freshest rhymes
I go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run ice
Cause I'll go third, and go fourth
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, title is seven
Takin out your man crew makes eleven
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper the underground scene
but few have hot shit and seen green
Some have twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Why? Well that's my baby
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can me, a public servant
Not a but a teacher I believe I've earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In stage tonight
me a chance and I'll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
male or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they have to
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's you like
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, it's time you motherfuckers
and back up quickly
style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style I created
ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you know
or can't remember can't recall bring to mind
that rhyme that do not chase
I run a marathon a race of in your FACE
In case you hate I won't write no rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab a nine to bust in your crew
I your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but 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 manifest in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front
Headed for the grave and the
So save your microscopic miniature talk 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
rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how the wallet, I'd rather
gather and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is
when you push the record but push the culture

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

Just your hands in the sky
believe real niggaz never die
And if you in life 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 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..