Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now tuned in to the sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You what time it is!
steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw,
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 shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he brought back the West with the freshest
I might go first, and go second
wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up your bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you'll off
Six is your beatdown, your is seven
Takin out four man crew 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 green
Some have dope twelve inches, 'em
But not many niggaz have albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Why? that's my secret baby
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can call me, a public
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 and I'll rock the house
But let a try to take me out
Cause male or female, I strangle
If a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch like a dyke
In the at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's time you motherfuckers
and just up quickly
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or outwit me with the that I created
years ago when I was powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you know
or can't remember can't can't bring to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In you hate I won't write no tough rap
with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

Yo Xzibit! these motherfuckers man!
I think they understand this shit!
Break this shit they backs!

I don't up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in crew
I deny your as artists
You out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you the news front page
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 motherfuckin
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like rappers with 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 the record but don't push the culture

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

Just your hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz die
And if you in this life just 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 know what it is
over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..