Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny Parker Show 2001

You are now in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what it is!
Xzibit up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw,
My is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!

Well it's me, down with
X to the Z any party
Rocks the beats, and the
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the
suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and start to hatin
How can we him out one time
cause he brought the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and go second
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, checkin your mic
Droppin hot I like
So up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is
out your four man crew 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 dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck me
Well that's my secret baby
I don't take shit, so you, pay me
So you can me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've it
So I just walk, or ride my
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage
Give me a chance and I'll rock the
But let a motherfucker try to me out
male or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they have to
Adidas, chains, jerseys,
Bandanas hangin off the end of my
right up if that's what you like
but your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I
My chain bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am mentor
History is mine, it's time you surrender
and back up quickly
Your is sickly but you persist to get me
or me with the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the
Oh, all of a you don't know
or can't can't recall can't bring to mind
that rhyme that do not chase
I run a marathon a race of in your FACE
In case you hate I won't write no rap
Fuck with me get whole FAMILY kidnapped

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

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

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

Just throw your in the sky
Still believe real never die
And if you in life just gettin by
say, "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't
Yeah..

Woop woop, woop, woop!
You know what it is
over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! off the street
Xzibit, it up..