Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax your mind, let your be free
And get down to the sounds of
Well you should keep quiet the MC rap
But if you tired -- then go a nap
Or awake and watch the show I take
Because right now -- I'm to shake'n'bake
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I
Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock
I'm not an MC who talkin all that
who can beat who, soundin like a punk
I just get 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', when your rhymes are not
Never sweatin your girl (Why P?) she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I rock the spot
I grab the with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes
And at I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my tax
Maintain MC's while the E macks
Always calm pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I you boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

I be the computer information on rap
Like the 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 case of a
Not worried about a thing, cause we can do
I can turn the party out by standin still
Make the ladies scream and shout the brothers act ill
total control, of your body and soul
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 always a line
they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed faces
And deal new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC courageous
And like an it becomes contagious
But the least they all R.I.P
For all those it means Rest In Peace
Cause M.D. -- stands for Microphone
And the capital P (capital P) M (capital M)
D-E-E's no doubt 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!" *

every word 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 I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your
I don't swing on no or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin

Intimidate MC's with the of my vocal drone
When I'm on the microphone
Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC
The one who likes to max and
And it's time, issue diggum-smack
I keep their hands clappin, fingers snappin, tappin
When time to roll Uzi patrol was packin
The PMD, the mic's my only
And through the course of the party, I kill again and
So if thinkin bout battlin you better come prepared
Come shield and your armor geared
You gots to chill

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *