Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

They hoes, watch what they say
There's pictures of they asses with price on Ebay
Deja vu the must be havin' glitches
I could have sworn I just smashed these bitches
You need to up to me
'Cause right now all 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 Kris? I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' Saddam's two sons
This real shit wild
You look like some kid that got gassed after 8 Mile
Now pull up your neo
How'd I you?
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 tote gunz, I make 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 make runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I gunz, I make number runs

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
out, Poop out
Through face and your gut
the Glock in your boy face like what
You talk that junk, but you all punk
I'll smash you and man
Com'on up
That's why I got to 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 next land is at
You gettin' in my
them cannon's at
First thing you get hit is a panic attack
Then you feel the
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you even said all
You left KRS-one way in the back
his conscious raps and his old school tracks
But

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

*****The begins to fade

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