Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the off the whores in the place
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he brought the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and go second
wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up hands bitch, run your ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you'll off
Six is your beatdown, title is seven
out your four man crew makes eleven
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 and seen green
Some have dope inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? Well that's my secret
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 try to take me out
Cause male or female, I strangle
If it's a label, have 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 height right for
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my stay white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
History is mine, time you surrender motherfuckers
and back up quickly
Your is sickly but you persist to get me
or me with the style that I created
years ago when I was powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don't
or can't remember can't recall bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in FACE
In case you hate I won't write no rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I only grab a nine to holes in your crew
I deny your existence as
You out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light comes cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and manifest in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the
So save microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a pep in your 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 like chronic and smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd
together 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 your hands in the sky
Still real 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 don't
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..