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 quiet the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me, the big payback
The e double e is my name, I spell, things to decline I
My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, comin through mud
out, beamed out, in a all black truck
You a player, what you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
Got the chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, I'm

two: pmd

Well my is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your a toy
sweatin no click , why p? , cause I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the bandit
mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
Now, epmd is clockin all the dough, sit back and
Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the
Always calm under pressure, no to act ill
Listen I tell you boy, you gots to chill

Verse three: sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, heart-breaker, the dude
Want to play me and my crew, 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 when they used 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 when it's time to roll

four: pmd

Well p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless 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
Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the in
Cause we come around, we always come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than what we you
Or give you, what's next on the menu, business to take 2's
and venues, wit e, and I'm the microphone doctor
And the capital e, capital p, capital m, d, it's no doubt, the shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me I tell
You boy, you to chill

Verse 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 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 back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas
Say somethin to them, and run right through

Verse pmd

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

Epmd is all the shares, you gots to chill