Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

I tote gunz, I make 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 tote gunz, I make runs
I tote gunz, I make number
(What think)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Let's these cats Kenny)

They some hoes, watch they say
There's pictures of they asses with 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 now all ya'll rhymin' right where my dick is
You just lost, you believe
club is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Please I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass like Saddam's two sons
This that real wild
You look like kid that got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile
Now pull up your neo
How'd I beat
Did it have to do with the mic I speak through?
No, but if you get far
Don't you pussy
you are
why

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

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 that junk, but you really all
smash you and your 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 for where hip hop's next land is at
You gettin' in my
Where them at
First thing you get hit is a panic attack
Then you feel the
Of the gat to your
Now you why you even said all that
You could've left way in the back
With his raps 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 make 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 runs

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

Beat begins to fade

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