Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

Wanted, a half a for the body alone
Two for the microphone
If you see him, dial five slayer
A hot line to the governor and

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

They call him

Code MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt
Book a 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, my rhymes slam like Bam Bam
Rubble, code name is E Double

It's those hazel green eyes that my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, on his sac
I had to my name to Bruce Wayne also known as Batman
And the bozack with this hand
As I slay ya

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 why you're spinning my records on thirty three

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

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

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

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, beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk or get pistol whipped

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

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

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

call it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his