Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
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 blow like the wind my friend and take
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't rock a party and make hands
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee not ready
To yet, or better yet rock steady
With the E Double, number one on the
Take it for granted, I'm in control Janet
I'm in command, plus of fun
But play 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 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 make
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I past
An emcees ass, then crash to smash his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his and step
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts from here to
a one two three count, and I'm knockin 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, I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I play
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em a Jap
Then lounge, as I across the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the from our records
Check out the and the style I'm usin
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
Emcee's head off as I release my
The method of decapitation, is the
So out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother like MD's to go Rambo
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper
So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your style while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second
Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, like)
To the Doctor, all rappers are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I mic check
You're still slippin Duke, time to snap that neck
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass