Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
you doing in this motherfucker

Camouflage what, you'll 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, will 'em shiver

They prolly at they crib they techs
Wondering who I'ma smoke
Patrolling they set, X nigga
The New Orleans Jesus, a tre-deuce
And you can bring the drama to
If you about what that third about

Nigga feel that, that fake shit we to kill that
On the for real black, I never
Be on the low, like a sto' the Mac flow
like a cracked flo', a different plateau, the Mac show
When I though, I never turn 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 Murder never
But it's very to leave my adversaries buried
sales bring bitches in lines but I'm eternal
Lethal stay cocked, many niggaz may drop

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

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

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

Currency, I you got currency
'Cause your two million dollars, you understand that
You rap mother
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
off the scene, in a yellow ML
4-30, Benz truck with four inside
Who all about letting a dog and his friends

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

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

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