Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
Black male MC
Rap slave, a brother on the scene
With a machine gun and one

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

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

They him manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Mad man strapped and I quote
Don't flex, last 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, never did crime, I'm no
No static, a forty five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles

As the beat kick, his plate on the M1 done
sharper 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
a base head doing cocaine
I kill a farmer plus his
'Cause I'm the E Double and is manslaughter

call us manslaughter
They it manslaughter

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

'Cause I'm too to slip or miss 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 is my style, say this so that you know

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

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

They call it
call it manslaughter

To the and his daughter