Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Knight and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You rock a party and make hands clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not
To yet, or better yet rock steady
With the E Double, one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And my son comes to one conclusion
chaos, no mas confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers like a snow 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 or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash crash to his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because 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
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass

chaos, no mas confusion
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
a doubt (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you should know, I'm de 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, I don't play
Step and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or close your and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the from our records
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
It's chaos, no mass confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
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 off as I release my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your go
Cause a brother like about to go Rambo
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole set up
Suckers still slippin, you get a grip and
Change your wack style while the clock still
Cause and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I said mic
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to that neck
Like I in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass