Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax your mind, let your conscience be
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 bout to
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 who, soundin like a punk
I just get down and I go for
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 are not void
Never sweatin girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I rock the spot
I grab the steel the crown on top
In the -- I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my tax
Maintain while the Double E macks
Always under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen I tell 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 the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to my rep
Prepared to off, in case of a diss
Not worried a thing, cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by still
Make the ladies scream and while the brothers act ill
Take control, of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when 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 ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one
But every now and then a MC gets courageous
And like an it becomes contagious
But never the they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it Rest In Peace
Cause M.D. -- stands for Doctor
And the capital P (capital P) M (capital M)
Capital no doubt the chief rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I
So believe me boy, you to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

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

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

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *