Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the
Not to Georgia, but Knight and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those flow
So like the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't a party and make hands 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
the E Double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in control like
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
Total chaos, no mas

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin
I'm not the one son, so don't or make threats
The PMD, yeah and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and em holler
I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past
An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And my cashflow, because 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 said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

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!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, 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 don't
Step back and you won't get smacked, what I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the from our records
out the beat and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Last rhyme was for E, one's for the Gipper
me room, 'cause I'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as I release my
The method of decapitation, is the
So check out the tempo, and let body go
Cause a brother like MD's about to go
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style while the still tickin
pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Doctor, all rappers 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, time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass