Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you doing in motherfucker

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

They prolly at they crib they techs
who I'ma smoke next
Patrolling they set, Malcolm X
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a
And you can bring the to Zeus
If you heard about what third about

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

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

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

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

Do they know, me and my soldiers than glue
We bitches and weed, my nigga Mac planting seeds
Let the devil tell it, making the scene
I whoop the nigga ass in jail, he was a fiend

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

Currency, I hope you got
'Cause bail two million dollars, you understand that
You rap mother
Hold, hold, hold, up man
I got two million dollars cash, call
I'm out this bitch, you me

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

I'm too for haters
My smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on paper
I'm 'bout niggaz like Big, you know who
Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy, fuck it the crew

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

And you boys, want none of that
I know niggaz look at jail time
Like Summer holla back
Yeah, ya