Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

He's armed with ammo, a weapon that's
All in rap, strap tech nine
clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta

They call him

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

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

It's those 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 this
As I slay ya

They him manslaughter

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

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no
No static, pack a forty five
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my
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 the brain of a sucker MC
That can't count one, two,

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

They call us
call it manslaughter

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

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

no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be stripped of your mic, punk on 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