Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the
Not to Georgia, but Gladys and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those flow
So blow like the my friend and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't rock a and make hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up duck emcee you're 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 like
I'm in command, full of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you done
And my son comes to one conclusion
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 microphone doctor's 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 make
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast
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 I don't joke, and that you can bet
I flex a on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of
Or disappearing acts from 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, across my bare
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, cause I'm
So, I let you know, money I play
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I
Lay low Afro, or take a
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or your eyes and chank em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

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