Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

armed with ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, tech nine
Silencer clipped, 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 belt
Book a look on my with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name ain't the Friendly Ghost

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

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

They call him

Mad man strapped and I quote
flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not D T but E D
And wonder why you're spinning my on thirty three

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

As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1
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 roast the membrane insane
Like a base head cocaine
I kill a farmer his daughter
I'm the E Double and this is manslaughter

They us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

There's no to dance or romance 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, on your head we stamped bozack

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

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the farmer and his