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 the wind my friend and take flight
And "Fly, Like An Eagle" yeah
You can't rock a and make hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet steady
With the E Double, 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 gettin
And that my son to one conclusion
Total chaos, no mas

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 microphone doctor's 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 pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin
Stranglin emcees with the cord and make em holler
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 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 known to cause an
To total chaos, no mass confusion

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie
Or disappearing acts from to Tahiti
It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out
a doubt (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, I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I don't
Step back and you won't get smacked, what I say?
Lay low Afro, or a nightcap
And if you (yo, then go take a nap)
Or your eyes and chank em like a Jap
lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm
It's total chaos, no mass

Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas

Last rhyme was for E, one's 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 your go
Cause a like MD's about to go Rambo
A Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a technician
So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a and
Change your wack style while the still tickin
Cause and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, like)
To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are
I gave you all due respect, when I mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to that neck
I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass