Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo cats all talkin' about
They run this, they run
Motherfucker's run shit
in this piece
Ya'll battle?
go!

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

They some hoes, what they say
There's pictures of they asses with price tags on
Deja vu the must be havin' glitches
I could have sworn I just smashed these bitches
You to look up to me
'Cause right now all ya'll right where my dick is
You lost, you can't believe
This club is like you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two
This that real wild
You look like some kid that got gassed after watchin' 8
Now pull up your neo
How'd I beat
Did it have anything to do 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 gunz, I make number runs
(Don't it)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I gunz, I make number runs
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I make 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

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
out, Poop out
Through your and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face what
You that junk, but you really all punk
I'll smash you and man
double 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?
Where them at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
you feel the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you even all that
You could've KRS-one way in the back
With his conscious and his old school tracks
But

I gunz, I make number runs
(Huh Huh)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Huh Huh)
I tote gunz, I make 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 make number
(ooooh)
I tote gunz, I make number
I gunz, I make number runs

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

Beat begins to fade

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