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 rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't rock a party and hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee not ready
To yet, or better yet rock steady
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 me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son 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 just like a blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who to have the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for necks
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and em holler
I'm like, Draw McGraw when I blast past
An ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, I sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, I'm on the go
And aiyyo I joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of
Or disappearing acts from here to
It's a one two three count, and I'm out
a doubt (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you should know, I'm de of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my bare
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 a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or your eyes and chank em like a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound from our
Check out the and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no mass

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 my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let body 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 up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a and
your wack style while the clock 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 style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap neck
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion