Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

He's armed with ammo, a that's mine
All black in rap, tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the tip
The about ta flip

They call him

Code MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my unbuckled
Book a look on my grill no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my ain't Casper the Friendly Ghost

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

It's hazel green eyes that keep 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 ya manslaughter

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 records on three

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no
No static, a forty five automatic
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 sharper than the in Shogun
First suckers the brain of a sucker MC
That can't count one, two,

I manage to damage, I the whole membrane insane
Like a head doing cocaine
I kill a farmer plus his
'Cause I'm the E Double and is manslaughter

They call us
They it manslaughter

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

'Cause I'm too swift to or miss a stitch on my rap hit
on a sucker and you still can't get with
Me bro, with this flow and I know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say this so 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 stripped of mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his