Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code name E D, on the one, two, three
male hard MC
Rap record slave, a brother on the
With a machine gun and one

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Mad man strapped and I quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got
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
Black cat in rap, holding my Johnson
the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson

As the beat kick, face his on the M1 done
sharper than the blade in Shogun
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 doing
I kill a plus his daughter
'Cause I'm the E and this is manslaughter

call us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

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

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

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
They call it

To the and his daughter