Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots 2 Chill '97

As I step to the mic with the b boy stance to the 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 name I spell things to decline I
My squad rocks I'm in your hood comin through like mud
Chromed out beamed out in a all truck
You a player what you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest

Got the flyest chics, my be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, I'm

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

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

My track's a miracle drug for in this club

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

Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, to bless the track or flip the flow
Wit E
When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always
Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the in
Cause when we come around, we come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, what we gave you
Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu, business to 2's
Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the microphone
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 when I
You boy, you to chill

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

Say somethin to them, and run right them

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

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

EPMD is takin all the shares, you to chill