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

{Pharaohe
This is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial
Black shit I master, traps that backwards
All area access, passes without
Hit em, then I'ma shit on em and spit on em, and send
Maximum amount (uh) not the
The rock chop like Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps which criminals act bitch
Instrumental in the most pinnacle rap shit
Got Toni Braxton lookin collapsin
My beats get to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant conference like actin
wack rap actors to get a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next
Deejays tips from them then hit the exit
at they the front row, usually gettin hectic
The X shit...

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

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

{Inspectah
Yo castastrophe, can match me, naturally nasty
Manually ya faculty
Veral assault and
Sparatically blast at the crowd and cause casualties
savy, niggaz blast me out the Navi'
Groupie wish she could have me
XE in back of me, hit 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 where you at son, the "What What"
Sinister em - now we ready to go
Last but not least, total (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I know
But whatever I play, you know Skillz gon' flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you can't us (what)
could crap if y'all was doin that shit with eight fingers
Come on black, we in the Hall of
Got ya picture in our crib on the of Shame
I expect emcees to murder me (what)
Cuz when we up and start cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's some nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties
You're better off if somebody ya
And change ya to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"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 both hands. together"
"The fall. forever win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

*Redman's dog barking*