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 can't rock a party and make hands
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
With the E Double, one on the planet
it for granted, I'm in control like Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin
And my son comes to one conclusion
Total chaos, no mas

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on just like a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To emcees, who claim to have the balls
To with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
An ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And count my cashflow, I'm on the go
And I don't joke, and that you can bet
I a rhyme 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 confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts here to Tahiti
It's a one two three count, and I'm out
Without a (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, cause I'm
So, I let you know, money I don't
Step and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or close eyes and chank em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, flame in seconds
Me and PMD and the from our records
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
It's total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the
Give me room, I'm about to rip a
head off as I release my steam
The method of decapitation, is the
So check out the tempo, and let body go
Cause a like MD's about to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an physician
An all scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a and
Change your wack style while the clock still
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is nature
Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion