Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

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

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

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

out, shoot out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
out, Poop out
Through face and your gut
the Glock in your boy face like what
You talk that junk, but you all punk
smash you and your man
Com'on up
That's why I got to pump
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 next land is at
You in my way?
Where them at
First thing you get hit is a panic attack
Then you the steel
Of the gat to your
Now you wonderin' why you said all that
You left KRS-one way in the back
With his conscious and his old school tracks
But

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

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

*****The Beat begins to

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