Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

Code MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my unbuckled
Book a look on my with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my ain't Casper the Friendly Ghost

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

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

They call him

Mad man fully strapped and I
Don't flex, 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, never did crime, I'm no
No static, a forty five automatic
Black cat in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

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

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

call us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

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

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the farmer and his