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 it's me, with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
Rocks the beats, and the
the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, I'm creatin
get together and they start to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest
I might go first, and go second
I'll 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you'll off
Six is your beatdown, your is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and green
Some dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? that's my secret baby
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can me, a public servant
Not a king but a I believe I've earned it
So I just walk, or ride my
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ tonight
Give me a and I'll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause male or female, I strangle
If it's a label, they have to
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
right up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a
In the at a height right for flight
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, it's time you surrender
and just up quickly
Your is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I
ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
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
with me get your 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 grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to 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 manifest in the
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the front page
Headed for the grave and the
So save your miniature small talk 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 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how the wallet, I'd rather
together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the record but push the culture

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

Just your hands in the sky
believe 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 stop
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..