Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's 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 those flow
So blow like the wind my and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
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 you're not
To flex yet, or yet rock steady
the E Double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet
I'm in command, plus of fun
But play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one
chaos, no mas confusion

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 don't or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast
An emcees ass, trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I joke, and that you can bet
I flex a on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts here to Tahiti
a one two three count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry 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 play
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or close eyes and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, flame in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound from our
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
It's total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the
Give me room, I'm about 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 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
pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You lack and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I said mic
You're still Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion