Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
Black hard MC
Rap slave, a brother on the scene
With a gun and one magazine

Wanted, a half a for the body alone
Two million for the
If you see him, dial dash slayer
A hot to the governor and mayor

He's with ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap nine
Silencer clipped, the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta

They him manslaughter

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic, fanatic
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt
Book a look on my grill with no signs of a
Or laughter, my name ain't Casper the Friendly Ghost

But I an MC if I have to
fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam
And I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes like Bam Bam
Rubble, partner code is E Double

It's those green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, on his sac
I had to change my to Bruce Wayne also known as Batman
And grab the bozack this hand
As I ya manslaughter

They call him

Mad man strapped and I quote
Don't flex, chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not D T but E D
And wonder why spinning my records on thirty three

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no
No static, pack a forty automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1
Style's sharper than the in Shogun
First disrupt the brain of a sucker MC
can't count one, two, three

I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane
Like a base doing cocaine
I a farmer plus his daughter
'Cause I'm the E Double and this is

They us manslaughter
call it manslaughter

As I stare deep into the mirror, I could resort
To a hardcore gangsta, train of thought
You're stomped out, beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk or get pistol whipped

'Cause I'm too to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
on a sucker and you still can't get with
Me bro, with this flow and I know Judo
Gun is my style, say this so that you know

There's no time to dance or romance with a
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya
off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your we stamped bozack

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his