Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, 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 like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't a party and make 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, number one on the
Take it for granted, I'm in like 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 like a snow blizzard
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 don't pose or make
The PMD, Paid and Makin Dollars
Stranglin with the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash crash to his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, I'm on the go
And aiyyo I joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To total chaos, no mass confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
chaos, no mas confusion

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts from to Tahiti
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 emcees no trees, across my bare
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, cause I'm
So, I let you know, money I play
back 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 your eyes and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I across the map
Yo watch me go, dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
out the beat and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Last was for E, this one's for the Gipper
Give me room, I'm about 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 rapper
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, wack crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style while the clock still
Cause pursuin and a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, 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 slippin Duke, it's time to that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion