Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo these cats all talkin'
They run this, run that
Motherfucker's don't run
in this piece
Ya'll battle?
go!

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

They some hoes, what they say
There's of they asses with price tags on Ebay
vu the matrix must be havin' 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 like Iraq you the U.S. you to leave
Battle Kris? Please I'll blaze two
Have yo ass lookin' Saddam's two sons
This real shit wild
You look like some kid got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I beat
Did it have anything to do the mic I speak through?
No, but if you get far
Don't think you
you are
why

I gunz, I make number runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Don't it)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(That's real)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I make number

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
out, Poop out
Through your and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face what
You talk that junk, but you all punk
smash 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 for where hip hop's next land is at
You gettin' in my
them cannon's at
First thing you get hit with is a panic
you feel the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you why you even said all that
You left KRS-one way in the back
his conscious raps and his old school tracks
But

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

See, I'm the same guy spit out "You Must Learn"
And "Spiritual Minded", but ya'll are not
You wanna take at me, and disrespect
Tryin' to degrade my

*****The begins to fade

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