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 keep while the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me it's the big
The E double E is my name I spell 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 dipped
No matter the steez, I'm equipped

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

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

My track's a miracle for thugs in this club

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

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

Yo, I'm in the house now, wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow
Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, 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 to them, and run right through them

I'm crazy G's, politicin on my mobile phone, D double
About the microphone, cause 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 stackin
Fingers snappin, tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol
Still packin, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, a break for a

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

EPMD is takin all the shares, you to chill