Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

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

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on just like a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and em holler
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, I'm on the go
And I don't joke, and that you can bet
I a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of
Or disappearing acts from here to
a one two three count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
you should 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 don't
Step back and you get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the from our records
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
It's chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

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