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 rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You can't rock a 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 better yet steady
With the E Double, number one on the
it for granted, I'm in control like Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one
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 doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who to have the balls
To flex the man, with the rep for snappin necks
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 make em
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, 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 chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

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!
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 what I
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or close your and chank em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's total chaos, no mass

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

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