Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo these cats all about
They run this, they run
Motherfucker's don't run
KRS-one in piece
Ya'll wanna
go!

I tote gunz, I number runs
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Don't forget)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Let's take cats back)
I gunz, I make number runs
I tote gunz, I number runs
(What think)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Let's show cats Kenny)

They hoes, watch what they say
pictures of they asses with price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix must be havin'
I could have sworn I just smashed these bitches
You to look up to me
'Cause right now all ya'll rhymin' where my dick is
You just lost, you can't
This is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Please I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' Saddam's two sons
This that real shit
You look like some kid that got gassed after watchin' 8
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I beat
Did it have anything to do with the mic I through?
No, but if you get far
Don't think you
you are
why

I tote gunz, I make number
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Don't it)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I make runs

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
out, Poop out
Through your and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face like
You talk that junk, but you all punk
smash you and your man
Com'on up
That's why I got to double
So I could buck buck buck you up
You a fan of rap
I'm the man of rap
I'm lookin' for where hip hop's land is at
You in my way?
Where cannon's at
First thing you get hit is a panic attack
you feel the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you even all that
You could've KRS-one way in the back
With his conscious and his old school tracks
But

I gunz, I make number runs
(Huh Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Huh Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(What, forgot?)
I gunz, I make number runs
(What, you forgot?)
I gunz, I make number runs
(ooooh)
I tote gunz, I make number
I tote gunz, I make number

See, I'm the same guy that out "You Must Learn"
And "Spiritual Minded", but ya'll are not
You wanna shots at me, and disrespect
Tryin' to my philosophys

*****The begins to fade

But nope, crazy
I'll watch your brains ooze out like jars of turkey gravy
God told me to slay
And get to it
No ifs buts or maybes