Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

He's armed ammo, a weapon 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, fanatic
No taken, black Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt
Book a look on my with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, my name ain't Casper the Friendly Ghost

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

It's those hazel green eyes that 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 with this hand
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 thirty

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no
No static, pack a forty five
Black cat in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

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

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

call us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

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

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

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

They it manslaughter
call it manslaughter

To the farmer and his