Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know time 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 rocks any
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 him out one time
cause he brought 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 your hands bitch, run ice
Cause I'll go third, and 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
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground
but few have dropped hot and seen green
Some have dope inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
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 me, a public servant
Not a king but a I believe I've earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In 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 that's what you
but watch bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My shine bright, plus my kicks stay 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 with the style I created
years ago when I was sellin to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you know
or can't remember recall can't bring to mind
rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of in your FACE
In case you I won't write no tough rap
Fuck me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't dress up to rap or a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in crew
I deny existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but weak
but when you speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light comes forth Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you the news front page
for the grave and the wake
So save your miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin
in the nation, in
All you in ANY occupation
rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd
gather and splatter
egotistic bullshit, the game is over
when you push the 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 this 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 know what it is
Pull over, all emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! off the street
Xzibit, it up..