Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what it is!
steps 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 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
he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, checkin your mic
hot shit I like
So throw up hands bitch, run your ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
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
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper from the scene
but few have dropped hot and seen green
have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Why? Well my secret baby
I don't shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've it
So I just walk, or ride my
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a and I'll rock the house
But let a try to take me out
male or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
Step right up if that's what you
but your bitch, I catch hoes 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 faggot 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 me with the style that I created
ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't remember can't recall bring to mind
rhyme that place do not chase
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In you hate I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY

Yo Xzibit! Show these man!
I don't think understand this shit!
this 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 deny your as artists
You out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but you speak through the microphone
you to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you the news front page
for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small 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 rappers with to say
I CRUSH 'EM chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is
when you push the record but don't the culture

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

Just throw hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz 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 what time it is
Pull over, all emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! off the street
Xzibit, it up..