Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for that flow
So blow like the my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You can't a party and make hands clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up duck emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock
the E Double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in control like
I'm in command, plus of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you done
And that my son comes to one
Total chaos, no mas

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who on rappers just like a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to the balls
To flex with the man, the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or threats
The PMD, Paid and Makin Dollars
Stranglin with the microphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw when I blast past
An emcees ass, trash crash to smash his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or disappearing from here to Tahiti
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
you should know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I play
Step back and you won't get smacked, what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or close your and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound from our
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the
Give me room, I'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as I my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your go
a brother like MD's about to go Rambo
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers slippin, you better get a grip and
Change wack style while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second
Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are
You lack style and composure, plus your are weak
I you all due respect, when I said mic check
still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion