Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, you Mac
you doing in this motherfucker

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

prolly at they crib loading they techs
Wondering who smoke next
Patrolling they set, Malcolm X
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a
And you can the drama to Zeus
If you heard about that third about

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

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

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

And no calls, ghetto pictures on the wall
You gotta crawl and fall, you ball nigga fuck y'all
Around the way, my niggaz what I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention,

Currency, I hope you got
'Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand
You rap mother
Hold, hold, hold, up man
I got two million dollars cash, call
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 bitches
Who all about letting a dog and his friends

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

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

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