Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you doing in this

Camouflage nigga what, catch me in the cut
Fucking up for every nigga, the bigger pig the bigger trigger
'Cause my niggaz in the
Stories about the Mac, make 'em shiver

They prolly at they crib loading they
Wondering who I'ma smoke
Patrolling set, Malcolm X nigga
The New Jesus, pack a tre-deuce
And you can the drama to Zeus
If you heard about what that about

Nigga that, that fake shit we 'bout to kill that
On the for black, I never show-boat
Be on the low, like a sto' the Mac flow
Sorta like a cracked flo', a different plateau, the Mac
When I attack though, I turn my back 'cause
The bullets, penetrate the slow

C-Murder, man 187
Oh you in on one
Get your shit, boy, you upstate
Fuck the world,

Nigga I'm C, motherfucking never scary
But it's necessary to leave my adversaries buried
Crack sales bring in lines but I'm eternal
Lethal weapons cocked, many niggaz may drop

the top like flies, I despise you hoes
With crooked smiles, make a nigga 'nap your child
Niggaz bleed, my fearing attack
They move with silence, when nigga the violence

Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter glue
We pass bitches and weed, my nigga Mac seeds
Let the devil it, bailing making the scene
I whoop the nigga ass in jail, he was a dope

And no collect calls, ghetto on the wall
You gotta crawl and fall, before you nigga fuck y'all
Around the way, my niggaz feel what I'm
Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention, bitch

Currency, I you got currency
'Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand
You lil' rap
Hold, hold, hold, up man
I got two dollars cash, call Stan
I'm out this bitch, you me

What you do, when you get out of jail
Sketch off the scene, in a ML
4-30, Benz truck with four bitches
Who all about a dog and his friends fuck

I'm too large for
My niggaz smoke bud tote guns, they all on paper
I'm talking niggaz like Big, you know who
Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy, fuck it the whole

Uh, we all roll with and 'bout letting 'em fly
But I try to stay on the low with
lil' daddy slipping, point the 4-4 at his spine
Leave your in the forest, where no one can find

And you boys, don't want none of
I niggaz that look at jail time
Like camp holla back
Yeah, ya