Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you doing in this

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

They at they crib loading they techs
who I'ma smoke next
Patrolling they set, X nigga
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a
And you can bring the drama to
If you heard about what that about

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

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

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

From the top like flies, I despise you
With crooked smiles, make a nigga wanna 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 Mac planting seeds
Let the devil tell it, making the scene
I whoop the ass in jail, he was a dope fiend

And no collect calls, pictures on the wall
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball nigga fuck
the way, my niggaz feel what I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention,

Currency, I hope you got
'Cause your two million dollars, you understand that
You lil' rap
Hold, hold, hold, up man
I got two million dollars cash, 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 four bitches inside
Who all about a dog and his friends fuck

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

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

And you boys, don't want of that
I niggaz that look at jail time
Like Summer holla back
Yeah, ya