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 wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me, it's the big
The e double e is my name, I spell, things to decline I
My squad rocks well, I'm in hood, comin through like mud
Chromed out, out, in a all black truck
You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I the flyest whips
Got the flyest chics, my be freshly dipped
No what the steez, I'm equipped

two: pmd

Well my name is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky 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 rock the spot, the green-eyed
mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
Now, epmd is clockin all the dough, sit and relax
Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the
Always calm pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you to chill

Verse erick sermon

I be the fly maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
Want to play me and my crew, 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 thugs in club
[p] yo e, I remember when they to be scrubs, what up?
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are cubs, talkin large money when
I see your bank stubs, I control of your body and soul
heat in my pants when it's time to roll

Verse pmd

Well it's e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit e
When we the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin and land mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, the tape in
Cause we come around, we always come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than we gave you
Or give you, ayyio 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, it's no doubt, the shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we get ill, so believe me when 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, than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas
Say somethin to them, and run right them

six: pmd

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

Epmd is takin all the shares, you gots to