Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Knight and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" right
You can't a party and make hands clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet steady
With the E Double, number one on the
Take it for granted, I'm in control Janet
I'm in command, plus 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 just like a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and make em
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
An emcees ass, then crash to smash his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, I'm on the go
And aiyyo I don't joke, and you can bet
I flex a 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
chaos, no mas confusion

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts here to Tahiti
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you should know, I'm de of rap
emcees no trees, across my bare 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 won't get smacked, hear 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
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo watch me go, flame in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no confusion

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, one's for the Gipper
Give me room, 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 Microphone Doctor, an physician
An all scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, whole damn set up
still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is nature
Can you feel it E (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 neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion
To create chaos, no mass confusion