Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code name E D, check on the one, two,
Black male MC
Rap record slave, a brother on the
With a gun and one magazine

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

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

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

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

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

They call us
They call it

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

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

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

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

They it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his