Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

They some hoes, what they say
There's pictures of they with price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix must be havin'
I could have I just smashed these short bitches
You to look up to me
'Cause right now all ya'll rhymin' where my dick is
You just lost, you can't
This is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two
This that shit wild
You look like kid that got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I you?
Did it have to do with the mic I speak through?
No, but if you get far
Don't 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 make runs
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I make number
(New York)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I gunz, I make number runs

Shoot out, out
wind up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
out, Poop out
Through your face and gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face like
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 buck 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 them at
thing you get hit with is a panic attack
Then you the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you why you even said all that
You could've KRS-one way in the back
With his raps and his old school tracks
But

I gunz, I make number 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 gunz, I make number runs
(What, you forgot?)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(ooooh)
I gunz, I make number runs
I tote gunz, I number runs

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

*****The Beat to fade

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