Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny Parker up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo these cats all about
They run this, run that
don't run shit
KRS-one in this
Ya'll battle?
go!

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

They some hoes, watch what say
There's pictures of they with price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix be havin' glitches
I could have sworn I just smashed these bitches
You need to up to me
'Cause right now all rhymin' right where my dick is
You just lost, you believe
This club is like you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? Please I'll blaze two
Have yo ass lookin' Saddam's two sons
This that real wild
You look like some kid that got gassed watchin' 8 Mile
Now up your pride neo
I beat 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 gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(That's real)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make number
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I tote gunz, I make runs

Shoot out, out
wind up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
Poop out, out
your face and your 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
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 lookin' for where hip hop's 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 your
Now you wonderin' why you said all that
You could've left way in the back
With his conscious and his old school tracks
But

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

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

Beat begins to fade

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