Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the highest
For a smooth rapper, and for that flow
So blow the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You can't a party and make hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not
To flex yet, or yet rock steady
the E Double, number 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 done
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 just like a snow
Yes the microphone doctor's back makin
To crab emcees, who to have the balls
To with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I 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 aiyyo I don't joke, and you can bet
I flex a on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create total chaos, no confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

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 should know, I'm de 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, 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 across the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the from our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's total chaos, no confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, this for the Gipper
Give me room, I'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as I release my
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 physician
An all scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style while the 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, your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I mic check
You're still slippin Duke, time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create chaos, no mass confusion