Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

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

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

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 flex with the man, with the rep for snappin
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and make em
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I don't joke, and you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts here to Tahiti
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry no trees, across 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, hear I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or your eyes and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I across the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's chaos, no mass confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

rhyme was for E, this one's for the Gipper
Give me room, I'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as I release my
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother like MD's to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an physician
An all around scholar, a rapper
So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole 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 it E Double? (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 said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create chaos, no mass confusion