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 smooth rapper, and for that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You rock 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 yet, or better yet rock steady
the E Double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you done
And my son comes to one conclusion
Total chaos, no mas

chaos, no mas confusion
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 housecalls
To emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or threats
The PMD, yeah and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And my cashflow, because 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 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
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you should know, I'm de of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my back
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, I'm fantastic
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 close your eyes and em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the from our records
out the beat and the style 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
Give me room, 'cause I'm 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 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 damn set up
Suckers slippin, you better get a grip and
Change wack style while the clock 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 said mic
You're slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion