Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
Rocks the beats, and the
the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, I'm creatin
get together and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one
he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just your mic
hot shit I like
So throw up 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, your is seven
Takin out 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 dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Well that's my secret baby
I take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage
me a chance and I'll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step up if that's what you like
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, plus my kicks stay
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's you surrender motherfuckers
and back up quickly
style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the that I created
ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't remember can't recall can't bring to
that rhyme that place do not
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to but it's weak
but when you speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the
The light comes cause Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns 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 microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in step
X to the Z will any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
together and splatter
whatever bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don't push the

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

Just throw hands in the sky
Still believe niggaz 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 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..