Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

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

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

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

They call him

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin'
No taken, black Asiatic
Hit man, my belt unbuckled
Book a look on my grill with no 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, partner code name is E

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

They call him

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 my records on thirty three

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no
No static, pack a forty automatic
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante 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 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 and this is manslaughter

They us manslaughter
call it manslaughter

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

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

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

what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They it manslaughter
They call it

To the farmer and his