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 keep quiet the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me it's the big
The E double E is my name I things to decline I tell
My squad rocks well I'm in your comin through like mud
Chromed out beamed out in a all truck
You a player what team you wit I got chips, I push the flyest

Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly
No matter 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?, I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always the spot, the green-eyed bandit
Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world 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
when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

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 it hardcore for the

My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this

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

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

Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we get ill, so believe me when 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, last dragon to m.c. just
What's happening, I get biz and an natural fact, I'm like Zoro
I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I those wannabe

Say somethin to them, and run right them

I'm makin crazy G's, on my mobile 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 react, we keep the money stackin
Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi
packin, EPMD, the mic's 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