Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's 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 that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah 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 duck you're 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, plus of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you done
And that my son to one conclusion
Total chaos, no mas

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just like a snow
Yes the microphone doctor's back housecalls
To emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for necks
I'm not the one son, so don't or make threats
The PMD, yeah and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
I'm like, Draw McGraw when I blast past
An ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while I sip a
And my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I don't joke, and 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 create total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
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
Without a (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, money I don't
Step back and you 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 from our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm
total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the
Give me room, I'm about to rip a
Emcee's off as I release 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 Doctor, an emcee physician
An all scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up
You, your crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a and
Change your wack style the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second
Can you feel it E (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are
You style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, I said mic check
You're still Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion