Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

They hoes, watch what they say
There's pictures of they asses price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix must be glitches
I could have sworn I just smashed these short
You to look up to me
right now all ya'll rhymin' right where my dick is
You just lost, you can't
This is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Kris? Please I'll blaze two guns
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
How'd I beat
Did it have anything to do with the mic I speak
No, but if you get far
Don't you pussy
you are
why

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

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
out, Poop out
Through your and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face like
You talk that junk, but you all punk
I'll smash you and man
double up
That's why I got to double
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 next is at
You gettin' in my
Where them at
thing 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 and his old school tracks
But

I tote gunz, I make 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 tote gunz, I number runs
(What, you forgot?)
I gunz, I make number runs
(ooooh)
I gunz, I make number runs
I gunz, I make number runs

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

*****The Beat to fade

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