Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo cats all talkin' about
They run this, run that
Motherfucker's don't run
in this piece
Ya'll battle?
go!

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

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

I tote gunz, I number runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I 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 gunz, I make number runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I make runs

Shoot out, out
wind up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
Poop out, out
Through your face and gut
the Glock in your boy face like what
You that junk, but you really all punk
smash you and your man
Com'on up
That's why I got to pump
So I could buck buck buck you up
You a fan of rap
I'm the man of rap
I'm lookin' for hip hop's next land is at
You in my way?
them cannon's at
First thing you get hit with is a panic
Then you feel the
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you said all that
You could've KRS-one way in the back
With his conscious raps and his old tracks
But

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

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

*****The begins to fade

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