Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse erick sermon

As I to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s
I take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap
And if you me, it's the big payback
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 you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
Got the flyest chics, my be freshly dipped
No matter the steez, I'm equipped

Verse pmd

my name is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because rhyme's a toy
Never sweatin no click , why p? , I'm a b-boy
we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
Scratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world
Now, is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax
Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the in the back
calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to

Verse three: sermon

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

Verse pmd

Well p-double 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 traps and mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, the tape in
Cause when we come around, we always wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than what we you
Or give you, ayyio next on the menu, business to take 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 shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me I tell
You boy, you to chill

Verse five: sermon

Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise eyebrow
Amazed wow, e and p return like d, last dragon 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 that, I crown those wannabe gangstas
Say somethin to them, and run right through

six: pmd

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

Epmd is all the shares, you gots to chill