Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

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

Well it's me, with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the in the place
Cause shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he brought back the West the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin mic
Droppin hot shit I
So up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go
By the eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is
Takin out your four man crew eleven
By the I go for self
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper from the scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck 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 teacher I I've earned it
So I just walk, or ride my
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll the house
But let a motherfucker try to me out
Cause male or female, I will
If a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
right up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch like a dyke
In the night at a height for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your
History is mine, it's time you surrender
and back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or me with the style that I created
years ago I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don't
or can't remember can't recall bring to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your
In you hate 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 shit over they backs!

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab a to bust holes in your crew
I your existence as artists
You out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you speak through the
you to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns in the flesh
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front
for the grave and the wake
So your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a pep in your step
X to the Z will any motherfuckin 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 fatter the wallet, I'd
gather together and
whatever bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don't push the

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

Just throw your in the sky
Still believe real niggaz 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 stop
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..