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 like the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You can't rock a and make hands clapper
you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee not ready
To flex yet, or better yet steady
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 play me, if you do you gettin done
And my son comes to one conclusion
chaos, no mas confusion

Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who on rappers just like a snow blizzard
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, Paid and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast
An emcees ass, then trash crash to his ass
And play his ego, 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 a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an
To create total chaos, no confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I 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
Carry emcees no trees, across my bare
I use measures, and yes all are
For me the E Double, I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I don't
back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a
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 dust in
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the beat and the I'm usin
It's total chaos, no mass

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
head off as I release my steam
The of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let body go
Cause a brother like about to go Rambo
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper
So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole set up
Suckers slippin, you better get a grip and
your wack style while the clock still tickin
Cause 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 gave you all due respect, when I mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's to snap that neck
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no confusion