Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
male hard MC
Rap record slave, a brother on the
With a 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 to the governor and mayor

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

It's those 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 with this hand
As I ya manslaughter

They call him

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

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

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

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

They us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

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

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

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the and his daughter