Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Parker what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo cats all talkin' about
run this, they 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 make runs
(Let's take these back)
I gunz, I make number runs
I gunz, I make number runs
(What think)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Let's show cats Kenny)

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

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
Poop out, out
Through your and your gut
Waive the Glock in boy face like what
You that junk, but you really all punk
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 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 feel the
Of the gat to your
Now you wonderin' why you even said all
You left KRS-one way in the back
his conscious raps and his old school tracks
But

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

See, I'm the guy that spit out "You Must Learn"
And "Spiritual Minded", but are not concern
You wanna take shots at me, and
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 me to slay thee
And get to it
No ifs buts or maybes