Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

He's armed 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 call him

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

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

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

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 you're spinning my records on thirty

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

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

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

They us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

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

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the and his daughter