Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
Black hard MC
Rap slave, a brother 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 five slayer
A hot line to the governor and

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

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

I'm the original, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

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

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

They us manslaughter
They call it

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 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 still can't get
Me bro, this 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 with a
ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we bozack

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the and his daughter