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

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial
Black shit I master, that collapse backwards
All access, passes without practice
Hit em, I'ma shit on em and spit on em, and send faxes
Maximum (uh) not the minimal
The oratal chop like Florida Seminole
Subliminal which make criminals act bitch
in creatin the most pinnacle rap shit
Got Toni Braxton women collapsin
My beats get to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
X-Men conference like actin
Backslap wack rap actors to get a
My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma shit
I'ma flip, administer hits on this next shit
Deejays collect tips them then 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 fall forever win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm 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 of any nigga with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, to Los Angeles and ask for me

{Inspectah
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally
Manually smash ya
Veral assault and
Sparatically blast at the capacity and cause casualties
Street savy, niggaz me out the Navi'
Groupie wish she could have me
XE in back of me, hit like a
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya skills latchkey

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

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

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track 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"

vocal dog barking*