Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code name E D, check on the one, two,
Black hard MC
Rap record slave, a on the scene
a machine gun and one magazine

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

It's hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my to Bruce Wayne also known as Batman
And grab the bozack with this
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 why you're spinning my records on thirty three

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

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

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

call us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

There's no time to dance or romance a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some 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
Take two of these, dead,

They it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his