Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

Wanted, a half a million for the alone
Two million for the
If you see him, dial five dash
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 boy's about ta

They call him

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin'
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, my belt unbuckled
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 I'll be damned, my rhymes slam like Bam Bam
Rubble, code name is E Double

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

They him manslaughter

Mad man strapped and I quote
flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
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 five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my
the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson

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

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

They call us
They call it

As I deep into the mirror, I could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, train of thought
You're 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 miss a on my rap hit
Sleep on a and you still can't get with
Me bro, with this flow and I don't know
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 lead in ya
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be stripped of your mic, punk on head we stamped bozack

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his