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 those that
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
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 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 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 doctor's back 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 pose or make
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash crash to his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I don't joke, and you can bet
I a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts from here to
It's a one two three count, and I'm out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
you should 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 your eyes and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the from our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's total chaos, no confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

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 of decapitation, is the guillotine
So out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother like MD's to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an emcee
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 style the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second
Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You lack style and composure, your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
You're still Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass