Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

But I an MC if I have to
Quick like Alakazoo, Alakazam
And I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes like Bam Bam
Rubble, partner code 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 him manslaughter

Mad man fully strapped and I
Don't flex, last 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
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 sharper the blade in Shogun
First suckers the brain of a sucker MC
That count one, two, three

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

They us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

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

no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be of your mic, punk 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