Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the
a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those flow
So blow the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't rock a party and hands clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee not ready
To flex yet, or better yet steady
With the E Double, number one on the
Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But don't play me, if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one
Total chaos, no mas

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who on rappers just like a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone doctor's back housecalls
To emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and make em
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast
An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I don't joke, and you can bet
I a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of
Or disappearing acts from here to
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry no trees, across my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, cause I'm
So, I let you know, money I play
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or close eyes and chank em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Last rhyme was for E, this for the Gipper
Give me room, I'm about to rip a
head off as I release my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let body go
Cause a brother like about to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an physician
An all around scholar, a rapper
So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up
You, wack crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you get a grip and
Change wack style while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and a brother, is second nature
Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are
I you all due respect, when I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create total chaos, no confusion