Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's 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 flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't rock a party and make hands
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up duck emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock
With the E Double, one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you done
And that my son comes to one
Total chaos, no mas

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to have the
To flex with the man, with the rep for necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw when I blast past
An ass, then 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 on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
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 from to Tahiti
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
a doubt (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you should know, I'm de 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 play
Step back and you won't get smacked, what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the sound from our
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's total chaos, no mass

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
head off as I release my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your go
Cause a brother MD's about to go Rambo
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 while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is nature
Can you feel it E (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Doctor, all rappers are obsolete
You lack and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to that neck
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion