Luyện nghe bài hát Tote Gunz

Yo Kenny what up!
(Whooooooooooo)
KRS in the
Yo these all talkin' about
run this, they run that
Motherfucker's run shit
KRS-one in piece
wanna battle?
go!

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

They hoes, watch what they say
There's pictures of they with price tags on Ebay
vu the matrix must be havin' glitches
I could have sworn I just smashed these short
You need to up to me
'Cause now all ya'll rhymin' right where my dick is
You just lost, you believe
This club is Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave
Battle Kris? Please I'll two guns
Have yo ass like Saddam's two sons
that real shit wild
You look like some kid that got gassed after watchin' 8
Now up your pride neo
How'd I you?
Did it anything to do with the mic I speak through?
No, but if you get far
Don't you pussy
you are
why

I tote gunz, I number runs
(That's right)
I tote gunz, I make runs
(Don't it)
I tote gunz, I number runs
(New York)
I gunz, I make number 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

Shoot out, out
Everybody up
You doubt, you
KRS, now you fucked
out, Poop out
Through your and your gut
Waive the Glock in your boy face like
You talk that junk, but you all punk
I'll you and your man
double 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 hop's land is at
You in my way?
Where cannon's at
First thing you get hit with is a attack
you feel the steel
Of the gat to your
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 tote gunz, I make number
(Huh Huh)
I gunz, I make number 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 number runs

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

*****The Beat begins to

But nope, ya'll
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