Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

Wanted, a half a million for the alone
Two million for the
If you see him, five dash slayer
A hot line to the and mayor

He's armed with ammo, a that's mine
All black in rap, strap nine
Silencer clipped, the rip on the sneak tip
The about 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 smoke an MC if I to
fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam
And I'll be damned, my rhymes slam like Bam Bam
Rubble, partner name 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 Wayne also as Batman
And grab the bozack this hand
As I ya manslaughter

They call him

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 records on thirty

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

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 roast the membrane insane
Like a head doing cocaine
I kill a farmer his daughter
'Cause I'm the E Double and this is

They us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

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

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

That's what the doctor
two of these, dead, manslaughter

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the and his daughter