Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, material wax, tactics
Black shit I master, traps that backwards
All area access, passes without
Hit em, then I'ma shit on em and on em, and send faxes
Maximum (uh) not the minimal
The oratal rock chop like Seminole
Subliminal raps which make criminals act
Instrumental in creatin the pinnacle rap shit
Got Toni Braxton women collapsin
My get feet to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men like actin
Backslap wack rap to get a reaction
My rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit
I'ma flip, administer hits on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from them hit the exit
at they show the front row, usually gettin
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The forever gon' win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my level but you don't enough
Any attempts at my stuff and I'm fuckin you up
I'm sick of weak shit winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't
The good life is a bitch, seem like cop blockin
The is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, come to Los and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally
smash ya faculty
Veral and battery
blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savy, blast me out the Navi'
Groupie wish she could have me
XE in of me, hit like a daquiri
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya still latchkey

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc Raida on the and cut
Rob Swift you at son, the "What What"
make em - now we ready to go
Last but not least, total (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see I don't know
But whatever I play, you that Skillz gon' flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if was doin that shit with eight fingers
Come on black, we in the Hall of
Got ya picture in our crib on the Wall of
I expect to wanna murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's some nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties
better off if somebody shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. gon' win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

vocal dog barking*