Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

As the beat kick, face his on the M1 done
Style's sharper the blade in Shogun
First suckers the brain of a sucker MC
That count one, two, three

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

call us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

There's no time to dance or with a nuisance
Play ya 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 we stamped bozack

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

They call it
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his