Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

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

I gunz, I make number runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Don't it)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(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 tote gunz, I make runs

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
Poop out, out
your face and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face what
You that junk, but you really all punk
smash you and your man
Com'on 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 lookin' for where hip next land is at
You in my way?
Where cannon's at
First thing you get hit with is a panic
Then you feel the
Of the gat to your
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 gunz, I make number runs
(Huh Huh)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Huh Huh)
I tote gunz, I make number
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(What, forgot?)
I gunz, I make number runs
(What, you forgot?)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(ooooh)
I gunz, I make number runs
I tote gunz, I make runs

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

*****The Beat to fade

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