Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the
It's a one way ticket, to the highest
For a smooth rapper, and for those that
So blow like the wind my friend and take
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't rock a party and make clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock
With the E Double, number one on the
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 gettin
And that my son comes to one
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 snow
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who to have the balls
To flex the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash crash to his ass
And play his ego, I sip a forty-oh
And my cashflow, because 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 in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or acts from here to Tahiti
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 back
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, cause I'm
So, I let you know, I don't play
Step back and you get smacked, hear what 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
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, flame dust in
Me and PMD and the sound from our
out the beat and the style I'm usin
It's chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Last rhyme was for E, this for the Gipper
Give me room, 'cause I'm to rip a
Emcee's off as I release my steam
The method of decapitation, is the
So check out the tempo, and let your go
Cause a brother like MD's about to go
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole set up
Suckers slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style the clock still tickin
Cause and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your are weak
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 cause an
To create total chaos, no confusion