Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code name E D, check on the one, two,
Black male MC
Rap record slave, a 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, five dash slayer
A hot to the governor and mayor

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

They call him

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

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

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

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 why you're spinning my records on thirty three

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

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

I manage to damage, I the whole membrane insane
Like a base head cocaine
I kill a plus his daughter
'Cause I'm the E Double and is manslaughter

They call us
They it manslaughter

As I deep into the mirror, I could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, train of thought
You're stomped out, you're down, you go big top shit
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 still get with
Me bro, with flow and I don't know Judo
Gun is my style, say this so that you know

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

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

call it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his