Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse one: sermon

As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the 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 double e is my name, I spell, to decline I tell
My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, comin like mud
Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black
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

Verse pmd

Well my name is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat
New jack terminator, to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
Never sweatin no , 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, is clockin 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 to chill

three: erick sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the
Want to play me and my crew, rude, I'm dope
When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it for the streets
My track's a miracle drug for thugs in club
[p] yo e, I remember when used 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 take control of body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when 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, traps and land mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, is back, and yo, throw the tape in
when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than we gave you
Or give you, ayyio what's on the menu, business to take 2's
Stadium and venues, wit e, and I'm the doctor
And the capital e, capital p, m, d, it's no doubt, the world shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so me when I tell
You boy, you to chill

Verse erick sermon

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

Verse pmd

I'm makin crazy g's, politicin on my mobile phone, d
About the microphone, cause the funky 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, toes tappin, and it's time to roll, uzi patrol
Still packin, epmd, the are only friend, took a break for a while
And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you come

Epmd is all the shares, you gots to chill