Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill '97

Verse erick sermon

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, it's the big
The e e is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell
My squad rocks well, I'm in hood, comin through like mud
Chromed out, out, in a all black truck
You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the whips
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be dipped
No matter the steez, I'm equipped

two: pmd

Well my name is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky maker
New terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
Never no click , 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, epmd is all the dough, sit back and relax
Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the
Always under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to

Verse three: erick

I be the fly maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm
When I get to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
My track's a miracle drug for thugs in 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 money when
I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and
Pack in my pants when it's time to roll

four: pmd

Well it's p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or the flow wit e
we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, is back, and yo, throw the tape 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
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 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 dragon to show m.c.
What's happening, I get biz and that's an fact, I'm like zoro
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 makin crazy g's, on my mobile phone, d double
About the microphone, cause we're the rhyme maker
Puffing ? gon faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the react, we keep the money stackin
Fingers snappin, 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 takin all the shares, you gots to