Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
What you in this motherfucker

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

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

Nigga feel that, that fake we 'bout to kill that
On the for real black, I show-boat
Be on the low, a black sto' the Mac flow
Sorta like a cracked flo', a plateau, the Mac show
When I attack though, I never turn my back
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 Murder scary
But it's very to leave my adversaries buried
Crack sales bring bitches in lines but I'm
Lethal weapons cocked, many niggaz may drop

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

Do they know, me and my soldiers than glue
We pass bitches and weed, my nigga Mac seeds
Let the devil tell it, 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
the way, my niggaz feel what I'm spitting
It's and Murder 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 cash, call Stan
I'm out bitch, you heard me

you gon' do, when 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 fuck

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

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

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