Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

Wanted, a half a million for the body
Two for the microphone
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 ta flip

They call him

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

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

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

They call him

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

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no
No static, pack a five automatic
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

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

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

They call us
They it manslaughter

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

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

There's no to dance or romance 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 the doctor ordered
two of these, dead, manslaughter

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the and his daughter