Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny Parker up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo these cats all about
run this, they run that
Motherfucker's run shit
KRS-one in piece
Ya'll battle?
go!

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

They some hoes, watch what say
There's pictures of asses with price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix be havin' glitches
I could have sworn I just smashed these short
You need to 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 two sons
This real shit wild
You look some kid that got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I beat
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 gunz, I make 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 make runs
(Huh)
I gunz, I make number runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I number runs

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
Poop out, out
Through your and your gut
the Glock in your boy face like what
You talk that junk, but you all punk
I'll smash you and man
double up
That's why I got to pump
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 hop's land is at
You in my way?
Where them at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
you feel 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 conscious and his old school tracks
But

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

See, I'm the same guy spit out "You Must Learn"
And "Spiritual Minded", but ya'll are not
You wanna shots 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 me to slay thee
And get to it
No ifs buts or maybes