Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of
Well you should keep quiet the MC rap
But if you -- then go take a nap
Or awake and watch the show I take
Because now -- I'm bout to shake'n'bake
The is my name, I spell
Thanks to the clientele, yo I well
I'm not an MC who all that junk
About who can beat who, like a punk
I get down and I go for mine
Say one-two', and run down the line

To the average MC I'm known as The
Funky maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ', your rhymes are not void
Never your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the I always rock the spot
I grab the with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I to let my rhymes flow
And at I press cruise control
Sit and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E
calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen I tell you boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

I be the personal computer on rap
the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, by step
Make em def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off, in of a diss
Not worried a thing, cause we can do this
I can the party out just by standin still
Make the ladies scream and while the brothers act ill
Take total control, of your body and
Pack a in my pants for when it's time to roll

I'm the P, double-E,
And one I hate, is a bitin MC
When I enter the party suckers form a line
Then they ease way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many
And deal new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an it becomes contagious
But never the least all R.I.P
For all unaware it means Rest In Peace
M.D. -- stands for Microphone Doctor
And the P (capital P) capital M (capital M)
Capital D-E-E's no the chief rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to *echoes*

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

Catch word I'm sayin, no there's no delayin
hestitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playin
Seeing is believin, you catch my
Don't try to a-dapt I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and an actual fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on back
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron
The only weapon is my rappin

Intimidate MC's the tone of my vocal drone
When I'm on the microphone
I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and
And when time, issue diggum-smack
I keep their hands clappin, snappin, feet tappin
When it's time to roll Uzi patrol was
The PMD, the my only friend
And through the course of the party, I kill again and
So if you're thinkin bout battlin you come prepared
witcha shield and your armor geared
You to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *