Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

They hoes, watch what they say
There's pictures of they asses price tags on Ebay
vu the matrix must be havin' glitches
I could sworn I just smashed these short bitches
You need to up to me
'Cause right now all rhymin' right where my dick is
You lost, you can't believe
club is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? Please I'll two guns
Have yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two
This that shit wild
You look like some kid that got gassed after 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I beat
Did it have to do with the mic I speak through?
No, but if you get far
think you pussy
you are
why

I tote gunz, I make runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Don't it)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I gunz, I make number runs
(That's real)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I gunz, I make number runs
(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 your face and gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face like
You talk that junk, but you all punk
I'll you and your 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 cannon's at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
Then you the steel
Of the gat to your
Now you wonderin' why you even said all
You left KRS-one way in the back
With his conscious raps and his old school
But

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

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

*****The begins to fade

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