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 the hard-core, real raw, underground
My is KRS-One, and it's 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 and they start to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he brought back the West the freshest rhymes
I go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up your bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go
By the fifth eat shit, you'll off
Six is your beatdown, your title is
out your four man crew makes eleven
By the I go for self
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper from the scene
but few have dropped hot and seen green
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck me
Why? that's my secret baby
I take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a servant
Not a but a teacher I believe I've earned it
So I just walk, or ride my
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage
Give me a chance and I'll rock the
But let a motherfucker try to me out
male or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas off the end of my gauge
right up if that's what you like
but your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my stay white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's time you motherfuckers
and back up quickly
Your style is but you persist to get me
or me with the style that I created
years ago I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you know
or remember can't recall can't bring to mind
rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your
In case you hate I won't no tough rap
Fuck me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust in your crew
I deny your as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to but it's weak
but when you speak through the
you to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light comes 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 small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your
X to the Z destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the 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 niggaz 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 don't
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..