Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

armed 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 look on my with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name Casper the Friendly Ghost

But I smoke an MC if I to
Quick like Alakazoo, Alakazam
And I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes 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 to Bruce Wayne also known as Batman
And grab the bozack with this
As I ya manslaughter

They him manslaughter

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 forty five
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

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

I manage to damage, I the whole membrane insane
Like a base doing cocaine
I a farmer plus 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 only resort
To a gangsta, penile train of thought
You're stomped out, you're down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk jewels or get pistol

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

There's no time to dance or romance with a
Play ya like a puppet to put 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 the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
They call it

To the farmer and his