Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse one: sermon

As I step to the mic the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s
I take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me, it's the big
The e e is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell
My squad well, I'm in your hood, comin through like mud
Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black
You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest
Got the flyest chics, my be freshly dipped
No what the steez, I'm equipped

Verse pmd

Well my name is m-d, I'm as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your a toy
Never no click , why p? , cause I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the bandit
Scratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world
Now, epmd is all the dough, sit back and relax
Of the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the back
calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to

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
When I get to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
My a miracle drug for thugs in this club
[p] yo e, I remember when used to be scrubs, what up?
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money
I see bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul
heat in my pants when it's time to roll

Verse pmd

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

five: erick sermon

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

Verse pmd

I'm crazy g's, politicin on my mobile phone, d double
About the microphone, cause we're the rhyme maker
? gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and the crowd react, we keep the money stackin
Fingers snappin, tappin, and when it's 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 all the shares, you gots to chill