Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Knight and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those that
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't a party and make hands clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not
To flex yet, or better yet rock
the E Double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in control like
I'm in command, full of fun
But play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son to one conclusion
Total chaos, no mas

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just like a snow
Yes the microphone doctor's back housecalls
To crab emcees, who to have the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for necks
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, Paid and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An ass, then trash crash 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 rhyme on a rapper, 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
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or disappearing from here to Tahiti
It's a one two three count, and I'm 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 get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock 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 chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
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 release my
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So out the tempo, and let your body go
a brother like MD's about to go Rambo
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper
So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a and
Change your wack style while the clock still
Cause pursuin and a brother, is second nature
Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are
You style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
You're slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion