Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic, fanatic
No short taken, black
Hit man, keeps my unbuckled
Book a look on my grill no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name Casper the Friendly Ghost

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

I'm the original, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

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

I manage to damage, I roast the whole insane
a base head doing cocaine
I a farmer plus his daughter
I'm the E Double and this is manslaughter

They call us
call it manslaughter

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

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

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

That's what the doctor
two of these, dead, manslaughter

They it manslaughter
call it manslaughter

To the farmer and his