Luyện nghe bài hát Total Kaos

Yo, whassup moneygrip, the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys and the Pips
a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a rapper, and for those that flow
So blow the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You rock a party and make hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock
With the E Double, one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet
I'm in command, plus of fun
But don't me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one
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 microphone back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw 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 I don't joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
Or acts from here to Tahiti
It's a one two three count, and I'm out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my 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, hear I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go a nap)
Or close your eyes and 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
Check out the and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Last was for E, this one's for the Gipper
me room, 'cause I'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as I release my
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your go
Cause a like MD's about to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor, an emcee
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up
You, wack crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack while the clock still tickin
pursuin and doin 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 you all due respect, when I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion