Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
male hard MC
Rap record slave, a on the scene
a machine 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 in rap, strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the tip
The boy's ta flip

They call him

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

But I an MC if I have to
Quick like Alakazoo, Alakazam
And I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes like Bam Bam
Rubble, code 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 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 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 Bronson

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

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

call us manslaughter
They call it

As I stare deep into the mirror, I could resort
To a hardcore gangsta, train of thought
stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run trunk 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 can't get with
Me bro, with this and I don't know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say this so that you

There's no time to dance or 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 bozack

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

They it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his