Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots 2 Chill '97

As I step to the mic with the b boy to the braveheart m.c.'s
I wouldn't take a chance keep while the m.c. rap
And if you me it's the big payback
The E double E is my I spell things to decline I tell
My squad rocks I'm in your hood comin through like mud
Chromed out beamed out in a all black
You a player what team you wit I got chips, I push the flyest

Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly
No what the steez, I'm equipped

Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky maker
New terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I'm a
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed
Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the know
Now, EPMD is all the dough, sit back and relax
Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the in the back
Always calm under pressure, no to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you to chill

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the
to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope
When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I it hardcore for the

My track's a miracle drug for thugs in club

Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, up?
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large when
I see your bank stubs, I take of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when it's to roll

it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow
Wit E
When we the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did shows
Faced places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in
Cause when we come around, we come wit the flavor
Underground funk, than what we gave you
Or give you, what's next on the menu, business to take 2's
Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the doctor
And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it's no doubt, the

Hit Squad, Def Squad, we both get ill, so believe me when I tell
You boy, you to chill

Yo, I'm in the house now, wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow
Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c.
What's happening, I get biz and that's an natural fact, I'm like
I mark and E on back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe

Say somethin to them, and run through them

I'm makin crazy G's, politicin on my phone, D double
About the microphone, we're the funky rhyme maker
Garcia Vega's, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money
Fingers snappin, tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol
Still packin, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a for a

And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you come

EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to