Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Mad man fully 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 on thirty three

I'm the original, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Bronson

As the beat kick, face his on the M1 done
Style's than the blade in Shogun
First disrupt the brain of a sucker MC
That count one, two, three

I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane
Like a base doing cocaine
I kill a farmer plus his
I'm the E Double and this is manslaughter

They us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

There's no time to 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 your mic, on your head we stamped bozack

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

call it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his