Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys and the Pips
a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those flow
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't rock a party and make clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that 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, cause if you do you gettin
And my son comes 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 like a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone doctor's back makin
To crab emcees, who claim to have the
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin
I'm not the one son, so don't or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
An emcees ass, trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And count my cashflow, I'm on the go
And aiyyo I joke, and that you can bet
I flex a on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or disappearing from here to Tahiti
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
a doubt (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my back
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, cause I'm
So, I let you know, I don't play
Step and you won't 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 chank em a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the sound our records
out the beat and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, this for the Gipper
Give me room, 'cause I'm to rip a
Emcee's off as I release my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a like MD's about to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an physician
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your style while the clock still tickin
Cause and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I 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 total chaos, no confusion