Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code name E D, on the one, two, three
Black hard MC
Rap record slave, a on the scene
With a gun and one magazine

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

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

They him manslaughter

Code name MD, fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, my belt unbuckled
a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name Casper the Friendly Ghost

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

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

They him manslaughter

Mad man strapped and I quote
flex, last chump 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, a forty five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my
Walking the streets, a vigilante Bronson

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

I manage to damage, I the whole 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 call it

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 trunk jewels or get pistol whipped

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

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

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

They call it
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his