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 don't run
in this piece
Ya'll wanna
go!

I tote gunz, I make runs
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Don't forget)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Let's these cats back)
I tote gunz, I make number
I tote gunz, I number runs
(What think)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Let's show these 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 sworn I just these short bitches
You need to up to me
'Cause right now all rhymin' right where my dick is
You just lost, you believe
This is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' Saddam's two sons
This that real shit
You look like some kid that got gassed after 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I you?
Did it have anything to do with the mic I speak
No, but if you get far
think 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 number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(New York)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Huh)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I gunz, I make number runs

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
Poop out, out
Through face and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face what
You talk that junk, but you really all
smash you and your man
double up
That's why I got to pump
So I could buck buck buck you up
You a fan of rap
I'm the man of rap
I'm for where hip hop's next land is at
You gettin' in my
Where them at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
Then you feel the
Of the gat to back
Now you why you even said all that
You could've left way in the back
With his conscious raps and his old tracks
But

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

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

*****The begins to fade

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