Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the
Not to Georgia, but Knight and the Pips
a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for that flow
So like the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You rock a party and make hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee not ready
To flex yet, or yet rock steady
With the E Double, number one on the
Take it for granted, I'm in control like
I'm in command, plus 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 storms on just like a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone doctor's back 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 threats
The PMD, Paid and Makin Dollars
emcees with the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast
An ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
And his ego, while 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 rhyme on a rapper, his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I 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!
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 play
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 chank em a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the sound from our
Check out the and the style I'm usin
total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, one's for the Gipper
me room, 'cause I'm about to rip a
Emcee's off as I release my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let body go
a brother like MD's about to go Rambo
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole set up
Suckers still slippin, you get a grip and
Change your wack while the clock still tickin
Cause and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Doctor, all rappers are obsolete
You lack style and composure, your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I mic check
You're still slippin Duke, time to snap that neck
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion