Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now tuned in to the sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You what time it is!
steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, raw, underground
My is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!

Well me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z any party
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the
Cause suckers shake, I'm creatin
get together and they start to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go
wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So throw up hands bitch, run your ice
I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you'll off
Six is beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your man crew makes eleven
By the I go for self
L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the scene
but few have hot shit and seen green
Some dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so fuck with me
Well that's my secret baby
I don't shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I I've earned it
So I walk, or ride my bike
and on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll rock the
But let a try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will
If it's a label, they have to
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
Step right up if that's you like
but your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks white
as faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's time you surrender
and just back up
Your style is sickly but you to get me
or me with the style that I created
years ago when I was powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don't
or can't remember can't recall bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not
I run a a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won't no tough rap
with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

Yo Xzibit! these motherfuckers man!
I think they understand this shit!
Break this over they backs!

I don't up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your
I deny existence as artists
You puttin out a record to chart but it's weak
but when you speak through the
you fail to realize, nope, you're not on the earth
The light forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the
I the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front
Headed for the grave and the
So save your miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in step
X to the Z destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in
All you assholes in ANY
rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and
whatever egotistic bullshit, the is over
when you push the record but don't push the

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 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! Straight off the
Xzibit, it up..