Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the
Not to Georgia, but Knight and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You can't rock a and make 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 steady
With the E Double, one on the planet
it for granted, I'm in control like Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son to one conclusion
chaos, no mas confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to have the
To flex with the man, the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler
I'm like, Draw 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 aiyyo I don't joke, and you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of
Or disappearing acts from here to
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, my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, cause I'm
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, go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I across the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound from our
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Last rhyme was for E, this for the Gipper
Give me room, I'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as I my steam
The method of decapitation, is the
So out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a like MD's about to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an emcee
An all scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your wack crew, your damn set up
still slippin, you better 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 your rhymes are
I gave you all due respect, when I said mic
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create total chaos, no confusion