Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what it is!
steps up to the mic
layin the hard-core, real raw, underground
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
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 with the freshest
I might go first, and he'll go
I'll 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
hot shit I like
So throw up hands bitch, run your ice
Cause go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, step off
Six is your beatdown, title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes
By the twelveth I go for
L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen
Some have dope inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Well that's my secret baby
I don't shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've it
So I just walk, or my bike
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll rock the
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they have to
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a
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 your
History is mine, it's time you surrender
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 place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your
In case you hate I won't no tough rap
with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in crew
I deny your as artists
You puttin out a expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you speak the microphone
you to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you make the front page
Headed for the and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small and WALK
And put a pep in your step
X to the Z destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like rappers nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd
gather and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the record but don't push the

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

Just throw your 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 know what it is
Pull over, all emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..