Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know time it is!
steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and REAL!!

Well it's me, down D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the cocks off the in the place
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start to
How can we take him out one
cause he brought back the with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin mic
hot shit I like
So up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause go third, and he'll go fourth
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, title is seven
Takin out your four man makes eleven
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can check any from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen
Some have dope twelve inches, 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck me
Why? that's my secret baby
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can call me, a servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe earned it
So I just walk, or my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage
Give me a chance and I'll rock the
But let a try to take me out
Cause male or female, I strangle
If it's a label, they have to
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
Step right up if that's what you
but watch your bitch, I catch like a dyke
In the night at a height for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, my kicks stay white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
History is mine, it's you surrender motherfuckers
and back up quickly
Your is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't remember can't recall bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not
I run a marathon a of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your FAMILY kidnapped

Yo Xzibit! Show these man!
I don't think they this shit!
Break this over they backs!

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your
I deny your existence as
You out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you speak the microphone
you to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and manifest in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you the news front page
for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small and WALK
And put a pep in your step
X to the Z destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM 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
you push the record but don't push the culture

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

Just throw hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz 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 know time it is
over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! off the street
Xzibit, it up..