Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

They some hoes, watch they say
There's pictures of they asses with tags on Ebay
Deja vu the matrix must be havin'
I could have sworn I just smashed these short
You to look up to me
'Cause right now all ya'll right where my dick is
You just lost, you can't
club is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Please I'll blaze two guns
Have yo ass lookin' like two sons
that real shit wild
You look like some kid that got gassed watchin' 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
I beat you?
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 tote gunz, I number runs
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(That's real)
I gunz, I make number runs
(New York)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Huh)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(Yeah, in you forgot)
I gunz, I make 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 like what
You that junk, but you really all punk
I'll smash you and man
double 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 next is at
You gettin' in my
Where them at
First thing you get hit 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 KRS-one way in the
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 gunz, I make number runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(What, forgot?)
I tote gunz, I make number
(What, you forgot?)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(ooooh)
I tote gunz, I make number
I tote gunz, I number runs

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

*****The begins to fade

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