Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you doing in motherfucker

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

They prolly at they loading they techs
Wondering who I'ma smoke
Patrolling they set, Malcolm X
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a
And you can bring the to Zeus
If you heard about what that about

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

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

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

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

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

And no calls, ghetto pictures on the wall
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball nigga fuck
Around the way, my niggaz feel what I'm
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 cash, call Stan
I'm out bitch, you heard me

What you gon' do, you get out of jail
off the scene, in a yellow ML
4-30, Benz truck with four inside
Who all about a dog and his friends fuck

I'm too for haters
My niggaz smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on
I'm talking 'bout niggaz like Big, you 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 mine
Catch lil' daddy slipping, point the 4-4 at his
Leave your in the forest, where no one can find

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