Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

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

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

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

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream 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!
Homeboy you should know, I'm de of rap
emcees no trees, across my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, cause I'm
So, I let you know, money I don't
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em a Jap
Then lounge, as I across the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the from our records
out the beat and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, one's for the Gipper
me room, 'cause 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
Cause a brother like MD's about to go
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a and
Change your wack style while the clock still
pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You lack style and composure, your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I mic check
still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass