Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax your mind, let conscience be free
And get down to the of EPMD
Well you should quiet while the MC rap
But if you tired -- go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the show I
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 talkin all that
About who can 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 rhymes are not void
sweatin your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always the spot
I grab the steel with the on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my flow
And at twelve I press control
Sit and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's the Double E macks
Always calm pressure, no need to act ill
when I tell you boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

I be the computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, make your toes tap
I the rhymes, step 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 just by still
Make the scream and shout 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 always form a line
Then they ease their way up, and try to my lines
I did of shows, dissed many faces
And deal new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it contagious
But never the least all R.I.P
For all unaware it means Rest In Peace
Cause M.D. -- for Microphone Doctor
And the P (capital P) capital M (capital M)
Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief
Don't to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill

* 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 my drift?
Don't try to because I'm just 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 on no ropes or no iron cords
The weapon is my rappin sword

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

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *