Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
Black male MC
Rap record slave, a brother on the
a machine 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 to the governor and mayor

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

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

I'm the original, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my
Walking the streets, a vigilante Bronson

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

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

They call us
They call it

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

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

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

That's what the ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the and his daughter