Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for that flow
So blow like the my friend and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't rock a party and make hands
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or yet rock steady
With the E Double, one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in control like
I'm in command, full of fun
But don't play me, if you do you gettin done
And that my son to one conclusion
Total chaos, no mas

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who on rappers just like a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone doctor's makin housecalls
To emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex with the man, the rep for snappin necks
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, Quick Draw McGraw when I past
An emcees ass, trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And my cashflow, because 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 total chaos, no mass

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream 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!
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, cause I'm
So, I let you know, money I don't
back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, go take 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 from our
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Last was for E, this one's 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 check out the tempo, and let body go
Cause a brother 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 damn set up
still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style the clock still tickin
Cause and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are
I you all due respect, when I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion