Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

Wanted, a half a million for the alone
Two for the microphone
If you see him, five 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 about ta flip

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

Mad man fully strapped and I
Don't flex, 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, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty five
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

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

I manage to damage, I roast the membrane insane
Like a base head doing
I kill a farmer plus his
'Cause I'm the E Double and this is

They us manslaughter
call it manslaughter

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

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

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

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

They call it
They it manslaughter

To the and his daughter