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 those that
So blow like the my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You can't rock a party and hands clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock
With the E Double, one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in control like
I'm in command, plus of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin
And that my son comes to one
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 crab emcees, who claim to have the
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars
emcees with the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass
And play his ego, I sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, I'm on the go
And I don't joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts here to Tahiti
It's a one two three count, and I'm 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, I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, I don't play
Step back and you won't get smacked, what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or close your and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I across the map
Yo watch me go, flame in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

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