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 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 rocks any
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the cocks off the in the place
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get and they start to hatin
How can we him out one time
he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go
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 fifth eat shit, step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is
Takin out your four man crew makes
By the twelveth I go for
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper the underground scene
but few dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have twelve inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck me
Why? Well that's my baby
I don't shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ tonight
Give me a chance and rock the house
But let a try to take me out
Cause or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas off the end of my gauge
Step up if that's what you like
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 faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's time you motherfuckers
and just back up
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or outwit me the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you know
or can't remember can't recall can't to mind
that rhyme place do not chase
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY

Yo Xzibit! these motherfuckers man!
I think they understand this shit!
Break this over they backs!

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab a nine to bust in your crew
I your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's
but you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the
The comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the
I snatch the mic and get
Behave, before you the news front page
Headed for the grave and the
So save your microscopic 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 assholes in ANY
Like rappers nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd
gather together and
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
you push the record but don't push the culture

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

Just throw hands in the sky
Still real 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 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..