Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code name E D, 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 body
Two million for the
If you see him, dial five dash
A hot line to the governor and

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

I'm the original, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty automatic
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 the brain of a sucker MC
can't count one, two, three

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

They call us
call it manslaughter

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

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

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 your mic, on your head we stamped bozack

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

call it manslaughter
They it manslaughter

To the and his daughter