Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic, fanatic
No short taken, black
Hit man, my belt unbuckled
Book a on my grill with no signs 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 I'll be damned, my rhymes slam like Bam Bam
Rubble, partner code name is E

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

They call him

Mad man fully strapped and I
flex, last 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, pack a five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

As the kick, face his plate on the M1 done
sharper than the blade in Shogun
First disrupt the brain of a sucker MC
That count one, two, three

I manage to damage, I roast the membrane insane
Like a base doing cocaine
I kill a plus his daughter
'Cause I'm the E Double and this is

They call us
They it manslaughter

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

'Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a 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 flow is my style, say so that you know

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

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

They call it
They call it

To the farmer and his