Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well it's me, down with
X to the Z any party
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, I'm creatin
They get and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he back the West with the freshest rhymes
I go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, '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, title is seven
out your four man crew makes eleven
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can any rapper from the underground scene
but few dropped hot shit and seen green
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck 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 earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
me a chance and I'll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause male or female, I will
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if what you like
but your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, my kicks stay white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers
and just up quickly
Your style is 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 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 FACE
In you hate I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to holes in your crew
I deny existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but weak
but when you through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the
The light comes forth Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you make the news page
for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small and WALK
And put a little pep in step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
Like with nothin to say
I 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather and splatter
whatever bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don't the culture

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

Just throw your in the sky
believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just by
say, "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) Yeah, and you stop
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..