Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

Wanted, a half a million for the alone
Two million for the
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, strap nine
Silencer clipped, the rip on the sneak tip
The about ta flip

They call him

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

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

It's those hazel green eyes that 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 bozack with this
As I ya manslaughter

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

I manage to damage, I roast the membrane insane
Like a base head cocaine
I a farmer plus his daughter
'Cause I'm the E and this is manslaughter

They us manslaughter
call it manslaughter

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

'Cause I'm too 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 know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say so that you know

There's no time to dance or romance 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, punk on head we stamped bozack

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

call it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his