Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the of EPMD
Well you keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you -- then go take a nap
Or stay awake and the show I take
right 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, soundin like a
I just get and I go for mine
Say 'check one-two', and run the line

To the average MC I'm known as The
Funky beat maker, new jack
Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not
sweatin your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always the spot
I grab the with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise
Sit and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the E macks
calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I you boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

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

I'm the P, double-E,
And one thing I hate, is a MC
I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed faces
And with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes
But the least they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it Rest In Peace
Cause M.D. -- stands for Microphone
And the capital P (capital P) M (capital M)
Capital no doubt the chief rocker
like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

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

Intimidate MC's with the of my vocal drone
I'm pushin on the microphone
Cause I'm the 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 to roll Uzi patrol was packin
The PMD, the my only friend
And through the course of the party, I kill again and
So if you're bout battlin you better come prepared
Come witcha and your armor geared
You to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *