Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
Black male MC
Rap record slave, a brother on the
With a machine gun and one

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 with ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap tech
Silencer clipped, the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta

They call him

Code name MD, fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No taken, black Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my unbuckled
Book a look on my with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name Casper the Friendly Ghost

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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 Bronson

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 count one, two,

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

They us manslaughter
call it manslaughter

As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only
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

I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still 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 to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
They call it

To the and his daughter