Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well it's me, down with
X to the Z any party
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the
Cause shake, while I'm creatin
get together and they start to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest
I go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and go fourth
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man makes eleven
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck me
Why? Well that's my secret
I take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've it
So I just walk, or my bike
and bust on the +Up In stage tonight
Give me a chance and rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's 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 shine bright, plus my kicks stay white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
History is mine, it's you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or outwit me with the that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the
Oh, all of a sudden you don't
or can't remember can't recall can't to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I write no tough rap
Fuck me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab a to bust holes in your crew
I your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to but it's weak
but you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, not alone on the earth
The light comes forth Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front
for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic 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
Like rappers nothin to say
I 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how the wallet, I'd rather
gather and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the but don't push 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 this 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 know what it is
over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! off the street
Xzibit, it up..