Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now tuned in to the sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what it is!
Xzibit up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw,
My is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!

Well it's me, with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the
Cause shake, while I'm creatin
get together and they start to hatin
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 wreck 'em, 'em, set it, just 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, step off
Six is beatdown, your title is seven
out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for
L.A. like no one else..
You can any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? Well that's my secret
I don't shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public
Not a king but a teacher I believe earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
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
male or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's what you
but your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a 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 your
History is mine, it's you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up
style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the
Oh, all of a sudden you don't
or can't remember can't can't bring to mind
that rhyme that do not chase
I run a marathon a race of in your FACE
In case you hate I write no tough rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to holes in your crew
I deny your existence as
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but weak
but when you speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you make the news front
Headed for the and the wake
So save your miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your
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 chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and
egotistic bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don't the culture

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

Just your hands in the sky
Still believe real never die
And if you in this 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! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..