Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax your mind, let conscience be free
And get to the sounds of EPMD
Well you should keep while the MC rap
But if you tired -- then go 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
to the clientele, yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who talkin all that
About who can beat who, soundin a punk
I get down and I go for mine
Say 'check one-two', and run the line

To the average MC I'm known as The
beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ', when your are not void
Never sweatin your girl (Why P?) she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the
I grab the steel with the on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes
And at twelve I press control
Sit back and relax, let my 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 cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

I be the computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make toes tap
I the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a
Not worried about a thing, we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin
Make the ladies and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control, of your 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 form a line
Then they ease way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many
And deal new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a 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 P (capital P) capital M (capital M)
Capital D-E-E's no the chief rocker
like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

Catch every I'm sayin, no there's no delayin
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd I'm not
is believin, you catch my drift?
Don't try to a-dapt I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an 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
When I'm pushin on the
I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and
And it's time, issue diggum-smack
I keep their hands clappin, fingers snappin, feet
When it's time to roll Uzi was packin
The PMD, the mic's my friend
And through the course of the party, I again and again
So if you're thinkin bout battlin you better prepared
Come witcha shield and armor geared
You to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *