Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

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

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

those hazel 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 with hand
As I ya manslaughter

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 thirty

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

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

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

They us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still get with
Me bro, with this flow and I know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say this so you know

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

That's what the ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his