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 down the hard-core, real raw,
My is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!

Well me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
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 him out one time
cause he back the West with the freshest rhymes
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 beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your man crew makes eleven
By the I go for self
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper the underground scene
but few have hot shit and seen green
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? Well that's my 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 on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll the house
But let a try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas off the end of my gauge
Step right up if what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a
In the night at a right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up
style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me the style that I created
ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don't
or can't remember recall can't bring to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of in your FACE
In case you hate I won't write no rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY

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

I don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your
I deny existence as artists
You puttin out a record to chart but it's weak
but when you through the microphone
you to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light comes forth Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you make the news front
Headed for the and the wake
So your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a pep in your step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin
in the nation, in
All you in ANY occupation
Like rappers nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and
whatever bullshit, the game is over
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 believe 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 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..