Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots 2 Chill '97

As I step to the mic the b boy stance to the braveheart m.c.'s
I wouldn't take a chance quiet 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 well I'm in your hood comin through like mud
Chromed out beamed out in a all black
You a player what you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest

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

Well my name is M-D, I'm as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, your rhyme's a toy
Never sweatin no click , Why P?, I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always the spot, the green-eyed bandit
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 under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to

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

My track's a miracle drug for thugs in club

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

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

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

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

Say somethin to them, and run right them

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

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

EPMD is takin all the shares, you to chill