Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo these cats all talkin'
run this, they run that
Motherfucker's run shit
in this piece
Ya'll 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 these cats back)
I tote gunz, I number runs
I tote gunz, I number runs
(What think)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Huh)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Let's these cats Kenny)

They some hoes, watch they say
pictures of they asses with price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix must be glitches
I could have sworn I smashed these short bitches
You to look up to me
'Cause right now all ya'll rhymin' right my dick is
You just lost, you believe
This club is like you the U.S. you need to leave
Kris? Please I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two
This that real shit
You look like some kid that got after watchin' 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I beat
Did it have anything to do with the mic I through?
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 number
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I gunz, I make number runs
(That's real)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I make runs

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
out, Poop out
Through your face and gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face what
You talk 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 where hip next land is at
You in my way?
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 even said all
You left KRS-one way in the back
With his raps and his old school tracks
But

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

Beat begins to fade

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