Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

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

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to have the
To with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, Paid and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast
An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because 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 said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts from here to
a one two three count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my bare
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I don't
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, 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
chaos, no mas confusion

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