Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic, fanatic
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt
Book a on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name Casper 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 name is E Double

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

They call him

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

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

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

I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane
Like a base head doing
I kill a farmer his daughter
I'm the E Double and this 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, 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 still can't get
Me bro, with this and I don't know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say this so that you

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

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

They it manslaughter
call it manslaughter

To the farmer and his