Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse one: sermon

As I to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s
I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet the m.c. rap
And if you me, it's the big payback
The e double e is my name, I spell, things to I tell
My squad rocks well, I'm in hood, comin through like mud
Chromed out, beamed out, in a all truck
You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be dipped
No matter what the steez, I'm

two: pmd

Well my is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
sweatin no click , why p? , cause I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always the spot, the green-eyed bandit
Scratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the know
Now, epmd is all the dough, sit back and relax
Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the
Always under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I you boy, you gots to chill

three: erick sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, heart-breaker, the dude
Want to me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope
I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
My track's a miracle drug for in this club
[p] yo e, I remember when they used to be scrubs, up?
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are cubs, talkin large money when
I see your stubs, I take control of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when time to roll

four: pmd

Well it's p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the wit e
When we the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did shows
Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the in
Cause when we come around, we come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than we gave you
Or give you, what's next on the menu, business to take 2's
and venues, wit e, and I'm the microphone doctor
And the capital e, p, capital m, d, it's no doubt, the world shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me I tell
You boy, you to chill

five: erick sermon

Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, they eyebrow
Amazed like wow, e and p return like d, last dragon to show m.c.
What's happening, I get biz and an natural fact, I'm like zoro
I mark and e on your back, worse than that, I crown those gangstas
Say somethin to them, and run right them

six: pmd

I'm makin crazy g's, politicin on my mobile phone, d
About the microphone, cause the funky rhyme maker
Puffing ? gon faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money
Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when time to roll, uzi patrol
Still packin, epmd, the mic's are only friend, a break for a while
And now we back again, so if you think gamblin, you better come

Epmd is takin all the shares, you to chill