Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Mad man fully and I quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got
Undercover, not D T but E D
And wonder why you're spinning my records on 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 than the blade in Shogun
First suckers disrupt the brain of a MC
That can't count one, two,

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

They us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

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

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

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

call it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his