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 plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those that
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't rock a party and make clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock
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 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 just like a blizzard
Yes the microphone back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin
I'm not the one son, so don't or make threats
The PMD, yeah and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and em holler
I'm like, Draw McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash crash to his ass
And play his ego, I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And I don't joke, and that you can bet
I a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or acts from here to Tahiti
a one two three count, and I'm knockin 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, money I don't
Step back and you won't get smacked, what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close eyes and chank 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 total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, this for the Gipper
Give me room, I'm about 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 MD's about to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an physician
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole 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 are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are
I gave you all due respect, when I mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion