Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Code name MD, fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No taken, black 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 an MC if I have to
Quick fast Alakazoo, Alakazam
And be damned, 'cause my rhymes slam like Bam Bam
Rubble, code name is E Double

those hazel green eyes that 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 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 five
Black cat strapped in rap, my Johnson
the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson

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

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

They call us
They call it

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

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

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

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

call it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his