Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny Parker up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo cats all talkin' about
They run this, run that
Motherfucker's run shit
in this piece
Ya'll wanna
go!

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

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

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
out, Poop out
Through your and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy like what
You talk junk, but you really all punk
I'll 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 hop's next is at
You in my way?
Where them at
First thing you get hit is a panic attack
Then you the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you even said all
You could've left KRS-one way in the
With his conscious raps and his old tracks
But

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

Beat begins to fade

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