Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo these cats all about
They run this, they run
don't run shit
KRS-one in this
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 gunz, I make number runs
I tote gunz, I number runs
(What think)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Let's show these Kenny)

some hoes, watch what they say
There's pictures of asses with price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix must be havin'
I could have sworn I just smashed these bitches
You need to up to me
right 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 Kris? Please blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' like two sons
that real shit wild
You look like kid that got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile
Now up your pride neo
How'd I 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 make runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(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 gunz, I make number runs

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
Poop out, out
Through face and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face like
You talk that junk, but you really all
I'll you and your man
double up
That's why I got to double
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 thing you get hit is a panic attack
you feel the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you even said all
You could've left way in the back
With his conscious raps and his old tracks
But

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

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

Beat begins to fade

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