Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

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

They us manslaughter
They call it

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

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

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

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

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the farmer and his