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 million for the alone
Two million for the
If you see him, five dash slayer
A hot line to the governor and

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

They him manslaughter

Code name MD, fanatic, rappin' 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 Ghost

But I smoke an MC if I to
fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam
And I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes like Bam Bam
Rubble, partner name is E Double

those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, on his sac
I had to change my name to Wayne also known as Batman
And grab the with this hand
As I ya manslaughter

They call him

Mad man fully and I quote
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, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, a forty five automatic
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

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

I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane
Like a head doing cocaine
I kill a farmer plus his
'Cause I'm the E Double and is manslaughter

call us manslaughter
They call it

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 jewels or get pistol whipped

'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 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 a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we bozack

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

call it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his