Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Mad man fully and I quote
Don't flex, last 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, a forty five automatic
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

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

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

They us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

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

There's no time to dance or romance with a
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we bozack

That's the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

call it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his