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 the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and REAL!!

Well it's me, with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any
Rocks the beats, and the
the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm
They get and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he brought back the West with the rhymes
I might go first, and go second
wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I
So throw up your hands bitch, run ice
Cause go third, and he'll go fourth
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is
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 dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have twelve inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck 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 I believe I've earned it
So I just walk, or my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ 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,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
Step up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes a dyke
In the night at a height for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
History is mine, it's time you motherfuckers
and just up quickly
style is sickly but you persist 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 recall can't to mind
that rhyme that do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in FACE
In case you hate I won't no tough rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab a to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but weak
but you speak through the microphone
you to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the
I the mic and get hype
Behave, you make the news 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 will destroy any rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you in ANY occupation
Like with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd
gather and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is
you push the record but don't push the culture

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

Just throw hands in the sky
Still real niggaz never 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 stop
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..