Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know time it is!
Xzibit up to the mic
layin the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and REAL!!

Well it's me, with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the
Cause suckers shake, I'm creatin
They get together and they start to
How can we take him out one
he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just your mic
hot shit I like
So throw up hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man makes eleven
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper 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 rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Why? 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 teacher I 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
male or female, I will strangle
If a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
hangin off the end of my gauge
Step up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch like a dyke
In the night at a height right for
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers
and just up quickly
style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the that I created
years ago when I was sellin to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't can't recall can't bring to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a marathon a of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won't no tough rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

I don't up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust in your crew
I deny your existence as
You puttin out a expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you speak the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, not alone on the earth
The light comes cause Mr. X
Intelligence, and guns manifest in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the front page
for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your
X to the Z will any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
rappers with nothin to say
I 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the record but push the culture

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

Just your 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 time it is
Pull over, all emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..