Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax your mind, let your be free
And get down to the of EPMD
you should keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you -- then go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the 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 all that junk
About who can beat who, 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 as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack
Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not
Never sweatin your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a
When I'm on the I always rock the spot
I grab the with the crown on top
In the -- I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I cruise control
Sit and relax, let my rhymes tax
MC's while the Double E macks
Always under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

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

I'm the P, double-E,
And one thing I hate, is a MC
When I enter the party always form a line
Then they their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets
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 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 chill

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

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

Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal
I'm pushin on the microphone
Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC
The one who to max and relax
And when time, issue diggum-smack
I their hands clappin, fingers snappin, feet 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 and again
So if you're thinkin battlin you better come prepared
Come witcha and your armor geared
You to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La cuts "Jungle boogie!" *