Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now tuned in to the sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know time it is!
steps up to the mic
layin 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
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the
Cause shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they to hatin
How can we take him out one
cause he back the West with the freshest rhymes
I go first, and he'll go second
wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up your bitch, run your ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, step off
Six is beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for
Rockin L.A. no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground
but few have dropped hot shit and green
Some have dope inches, count 'em
But not many have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't with me
Why? Well that's my secret
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can call me, a public
Not a king but a teacher I I've earned it
So I just walk, or my bike
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
me a chance 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 off the end of my gauge
right up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes a dyke
In the at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, time you surrender motherfuckers
and just up quickly
Your is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I
years ago when I was sellin powder to the
Oh, all of a sudden you know
or can't can't recall can't bring to mind
that that place do not chase
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY

Yo Xzibit! Show these man!
I don't think they understand shit!
Break this shit over backs!

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

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

Just throw hands in the sky
believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just 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..