Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Parker what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo cats all talkin' about
They run this, they run
Motherfucker's run shit
in this piece
Ya'll wanna
go!

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

They hoes, watch what they say
There's pictures of they asses with price on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix be havin' glitches
I could have I just smashed these short bitches
You need to up to me
'Cause right now all ya'll rhymin' where my dick is
You just lost, you can't
club is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? Please I'll two guns
Have yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two
This that real wild
You look like some kid got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I you?
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 gunz, I make number runs
(That's right)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I make number

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 what
You talk that junk, but you all punk
I'll smash you and man
Com'on up
why I got to double pump
So I buck buck buck buck you up
You a fan of rap
I'm the man of rap
I'm lookin' for where hip hop's next is at
You gettin' in my
them cannon's at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
you feel the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you said all that
You could've left KRS-one way in the
With his conscious raps and his old school
But

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

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

*****The Beat begins to

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