Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the
It's a one way ticket, to the highest
For a smooth rapper, and for that flow
So blow the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't rock a party and make clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up 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 like Janet
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

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers like a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone 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 threats
The PMD, yeah and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and make em
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
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 aiyyo I don't joke, and 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 create total chaos, no confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts from here to
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
a doubt (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, I don't play
Step back and you won't get smacked, what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your and chank em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
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, 'cause I'm to rip a
Emcee's head off as I release my
The method of decapitation, is the
So check out the tempo, and let your go
Cause a brother like MD's 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 slippin, you better get a grip and
Change wack style 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 style and composure, plus rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create chaos, no mass confusion