Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

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

I tote gunz, I number runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Don't it)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(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
Poop out, out
your face and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face what
You talk junk, but you really all punk
smash you and your man
Com'on up
why I got to double pump
So I could buck buck buck you up
You a fan of rap
I'm the man of rap
I'm for where hip hop's next land is at
You in my way?
Where them at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
Then you the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you why you even said all that
You could've left KRS-one way in the
With his conscious and his old school tracks
But

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

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

*****The Beat begins to

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