Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

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

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
Poop out, out
Through your face and gut
Waive the Glock in boy face like what
You talk junk, but you really all punk
I'll 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 hop's land is at
You in my way?
them cannon's at
First 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 could've KRS-one way in the back
With his raps and his old school tracks
But

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

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

*****The Beat to fade

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