Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you in this motherfucker

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

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

feel 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 never turn my 'cause
The bullets, penetrate the back

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

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

From the top like flies, I despise you
With crooked smiles, make a nigga wanna your child
Niggaz bleed, my enemies attack
move with silence, when nigga bring the violence

Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than
We pass and weed, my nigga Mac planting 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, you ball nigga fuck y'all
Around the way, my niggaz feel what I'm
It's Camouflage and nigga, so pay attention, bitch

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

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

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

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

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