Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse one: erick

As I step to the mic the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s
I wouldn't take a chance, keep while the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me, the big payback
The e double e is my name, I spell, 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 you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
Got the chics, my outfits 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, enjoy to destroy, because your a toy
Never sweatin no click , why p? , I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
Scratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world
Now, epmd is clockin all the dough, sit and relax
Of the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the back
Always under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to

Verse three: erick

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the
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 to be scrubs, what up?
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, large money when
I see your bank stubs, I control of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when time to roll

Verse pmd

Well it's p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the wit e
When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we shine
and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, is back, and yo, throw the tape in
Cause when we come around, we 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, no doubt, the world shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we get ill, so believe me when I tell
You boy, you gots to

five: erick sermon

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

six: pmd

I'm makin g's, politicin on my mobile phone, d double
About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme
Puffing ? gon shit? faders, the one who the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we the money stackin
snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol
Still packin, epmd, the mic's are only friend, took a 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