Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

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

Shoot out, out
wind up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
Poop out, out
Through your face and gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face like
You talk that junk, but you all punk
I'll smash you and man
Com'on up
That's why I got to 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 hop's land is at
You gettin' in my
Where cannon's at
thing you get hit with is a panic attack
Then you the steel
Of the gat to back
Now you wonderin' why you 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 gunz, I make number runs
(That's right)
I gunz, I make number runs
(What, forgot?)
I tote gunz, I make number
(What, you forgot?)
I gunz, I make number runs
(ooooh)
I tote gunz, I make runs
I tote gunz, I make runs

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

*****The Beat to fade

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