Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse erick sermon

As I step to the mic the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s
I wouldn't a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me, the big payback
The e e is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell
My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, comin through mud
out, beamed out, in a all black truck
You a player, team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly
No matter the steez, I'm equipped

two: 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 sweatin no , why p? , cause I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
Now, epmd is all the dough, sit back and relax
Of the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the back
Always calm pressure, no need to act ill
when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

Verse three: sermon

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

four: pmd

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

five: erick sermon

Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they
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 like
I mark and e on back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas
Say somethin to them, and run right through

Verse pmd

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

Epmd is all the shares, you gots to chill