Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you doing in this

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

prolly at they crib loading they techs
Wondering who smoke next
Patrolling they set, X nigga
The New Orleans Jesus, a tre-deuce
And you can the drama to Zeus
If you heard about that third about

Nigga feel that, that fake we 'bout to kill that
On the for black, I never show-boat
Be on the low, like a black sto' the Mac
Sorta a cracked flo', a different plateau, the Mac show
When I attack though, I never my back '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 bitches in lines but I'm
Lethal weapons stay cocked, many niggaz may

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

Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter glue
We bitches and weed, my nigga 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, ghetto pictures on the
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball nigga fuck
Around the way, my feel what I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention,

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

What you gon' do, you get out of jail
Sketch off the scene, in a ML
4-30, truck with four bitches 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 'bout niggaz like Big, you know who
Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy, fuck it the crew

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

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