Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

They some hoes, watch they say
There's pictures of they asses with price 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' right my dick is
You lost, you can't believe
This club is Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? 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 8 Mile
Now pull up your 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 tote gunz, I make number
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I 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 number
(Huh)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I make number

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
Poop out, out
Through your face and gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face what
You talk junk, but you really all punk
I'll 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 lookin' for where hip next land is at
You in my way?
them cannon's at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
Then you the steel
Of the gat to your
Now you why you even said all that
You could've left way in the back
With his conscious and his old school tracks
But

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

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

*****The begins to fade

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