Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well it's me, with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, 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 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot 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 title is
Takin out your man crew makes eleven
By the I go for self
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and green
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz slammin albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck me
Why? Well that's my baby
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 on the +Up In Smoke+ 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
right up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I 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 kicks white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
History is mine, it's you surrender motherfuckers
and just up quickly
Your style is but you persist 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 can't to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in FACE
In case you hate I write no tough rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but weak
but you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light comes forth 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 grave and the
So save your microscopic miniature small 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
rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and
whatever bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but push the culture

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

Just your hands in the sky
Still believe real 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 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..