Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

armed with ammo, a weapon 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 belt
a look 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, 'cause my rhymes slam Bam Bam
Rubble, code name 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 known as Batman
And the bozack with this hand
As I slay ya

They him manslaughter

Mad man fully strapped and I
flex, last 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, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty five
Black cat strapped in rap, my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

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

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

They us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

As I stare deep into the mirror, I could resort
To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of
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 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 is my style, say this so that you know

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

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

They it manslaughter
They call it

To the and his daughter