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 highest
For a smooth rapper, and for those flow
So blow like the my friend and take flight
And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right
You rock 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
the E Double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm in control Janet
I'm in command, full of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you done
And that my son to one conclusion
chaos, no mas confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on just like a snow blizzard
Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to the balls
To flex with the man, the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw I blast past
An emcees ass, trash crash to smash his ass
And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
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 mass

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of
Or disappearing acts from here to
a one two three count, and I'm knockin out
Without a (Why E?) I got clout!
you should know, I'm de commando 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
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em a Jap
Then lounge, as I rock the map
Yo me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound from our
Check out the and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos, no mass

chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, this 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 out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother MD's about to go Rambo
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, your whole set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a and
Change your wack style while the still tickin
pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E (Yeah, somethin like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are
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 chaos, no mass confusion