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 name is KRS-One, and REAL!!

Well me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he brought back the West the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and go second
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, checkin your mic
hot shit 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 your beatdown, your is seven
Takin out four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper the underground scene
but few have dropped hot and seen green
Some have dope twelve inches, 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? Well 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 I've earned it
So I just walk, or ride my
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 strangle
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
Step right up if what you like
but your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers
and back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or outwit me the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the
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 of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won't no tough rap
Fuck me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

Yo Xzibit! these motherfuckers man!
I don't they understand this shit!
Break this over they backs!

I dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your
I deny your as artists
You puttin out a record to chart but it's weak
but when you speak the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light comes forth Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you make the front page
for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small and WALK
And put a little pep in your
X to the Z will any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like rappers nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the record but don't push the

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

Just your hands in the sky
Still believe real 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 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..