Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
you doing in this motherfucker

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

They prolly at they crib loading they
Wondering who I'ma next
they set, Malcolm X nigga
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a
And you can the drama to Zeus
If you heard about what that about

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

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

Nigga I'm C, motherfucking Murder scary
But it's very necessary to leave my buried
Crack sales bring bitches in but I'm eternal
Lethal stay cocked, many niggaz may drop

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

Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter glue
We pass and weed, my nigga Mac planting seeds
Let the tell 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, before you nigga fuck y'all
Around the way, my niggaz feel I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and nigga, so pay attention, bitch

Currency, I you got currency
'Cause your bail two million dollars, you that
You lil' rap
Hold, hold, hold, up man
I got two million dollars cash, Stan
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, Benz truck with four bitches
Who all letting 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 with 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 body in the forest, where no one can find

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