Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

Mad man strapped and I quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got
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
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

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

I manage to damage, I the whole membrane insane
Like a base head doing
I kill a farmer his daughter
'Cause I'm the E Double and is manslaughter

They us manslaughter
call it manslaughter

As I stare deep the mirror, I could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, train of thought
You're stomped out, you're 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
Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get
Me bro, with this flow and I know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say this so that you

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

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

They it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his