Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the
a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't rock a party and hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up 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 control like
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 storms on rappers like a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex 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 Makin
Stranglin with the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
An emcees ass, trash crash 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, his posse and step
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing from here to Tahiti
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
emcees no trees, across my bare back
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 and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, dust 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 for the Gipper
Give me room, 'cause I'm to rip a
Emcee's head off as I release my
The method of decapitation, is the
So check out the tempo, and let body go
Cause a brother like MD's about to go
A Microphone Doctor, an emcee
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you get a grip and
Change your wack style 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 are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your are weak
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create total chaos, no mass