Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

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

I tote gunz, I number runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(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 your 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
why I got to double 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 gettin' in my
them cannon's at
First thing you get hit with is a attack
you feel the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you said all that
You could've left way in the back
With his conscious raps and his old tracks
But

I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh Huh)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh Huh)
I tote gunz, I make number
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I make number
(What, forgot?)
I gunz, I make number runs
(What, you forgot?)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(ooooh)
I tote gunz, I number 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 at me, and disrespect
Tryin' to degrade my

Beat begins to fade

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