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 bigger
my niggaz in the river
Stories about the Mac, make 'em shiver

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

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

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

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

From the top flies, I despise you hoes
crooked smiles, make a nigga wanna 'nap your child
Niggaz bleed, my enemies fearing
They move with silence, nigga bring the violence

Do they know, me and my soldiers than glue
We pass 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 on the wall
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball fuck y'all
Around the way, my niggaz feel what I'm
It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention,

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

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

I'm too large for
My niggaz smoke bud tote guns, they all on paper
I'm 'bout niggaz like 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 on the low with mine
Catch lil' daddy slipping, the 4-4 at his spine
Leave your body in the forest, where no one can

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