Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse one: erick

As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the m.c.'s
I wouldn't take a chance, 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
Chromed out, out, in a all black truck
You a player, what team you wit, I got 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 name is m-d, I'm as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
Never sweatin no click , why p? , 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 course the biz phat, t.v. wit the in the back
calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I you boy, you gots to chill

Verse three: sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the
to play me and my crew, that's 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 when they 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 of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants it's time to roll

four: pmd

Well it's p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the wit e
we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, traps and land mines, did thousand shows
many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the tape in
Cause when we come around, we come wit the flavor
Underground funk, than what 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 microphone
And the capital e, p, capital 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
Amazed like wow, e and p return 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 to them, and run right through them

Verse pmd

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