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 those flow
So like the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You can't rock a party and make hands
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 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 me, cause if you do you gettin done
And my son comes to one conclusion
chaos, no mas confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who on rappers just like 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 don't pose or threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
I'm like, Draw McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
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 mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I 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 should know, I'm de of rap
emcees 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 your eyes and chank em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, flame in seconds
Me and PMD and the from our records
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
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
Cause a like MD's about to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an physician
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up
You, wack crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you get a grip and
Change your wack style while the clock tickin
Cause and doin 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, plus rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To total chaos, no mass confusion