Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

They some hoes, watch what say
There's of they asses with price tags on Ebay
Deja vu the must 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 two guns
yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two sons
This that shit wild
You look like some kid that got gassed after 8 Mile
Now pull up pride neo
How'd I you?
Did it have to do with the mic I speak through?
No, but if you get far
Don't think you
you are
why

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

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, well now you
Poop out, out
Through face and your gut
the Glock in your boy face like what
You talk that junk, but you really all
smash you and your man
Com'on 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 for where hip hop's next land is at
You gettin' in my
Where cannon's at
First you get hit with is a panic attack
Then you feel the
Of the gat to your
Now you why you even said all that
You could've KRS-one way in the back
With his conscious and his old school tracks
But

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

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

*****The Beat begins to

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