Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you doing in motherfucker

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

They prolly at they crib loading techs
Wondering who I'ma smoke
Patrolling set, Malcolm X nigga
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a
And you can bring the drama to
If you heard about what that 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
Sorta like a flo', a different plateau, the Mac show
I attack though, I never turn my back 'cause
The bullets, penetrate the back

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

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

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

Do they know, me and my tighter than glue
We pass bitches and weed, my nigga Mac 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 pictures on the
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball nigga y'all
Around the way, my niggaz what I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and 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 million cash, call Stan
I'm out this bitch, you me

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

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

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

And you boys, don't want none of
I know niggaz that look at time
Like Summer holla back
Yeah, ya