Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

Mac
look.
All soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me?
Cause going down No Limit style, feel it.

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, for I bitch
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to or die bitch
underestimate me cause I make the B's hate me
Make me jump all out my character, forget I was a
Sexing and shady, got more then the average nigga
All about my cabbage cause I gots to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga
We split you up with choppers, them core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be to ride
And I got look (click) for all haters wanna die
You ride for me, I for you, I put that on the tank
My LP's, my Benz and my bank

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I first laid it down at the age of Mac
If I ever slack up that's when kill me
But I let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical hits from
You'll a million fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out your
Infinitely, you me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I my rappers with some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the way papa taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, if I'm walking into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of with these niggas
Whether microphones or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and 'em
So niggas in the life can check 'em

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Sam
say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm to
We hustle when hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you find niggas on it
Bout in the morning or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics rapid
Pumping drugs or it, both of 'em habits
My click it, on the streets or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on
Flipping niggas pages, get it straight from the start
a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss cause that's they ass if a don't hit
Camoflauge, die, nigga, fuck that shit
We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all
Fuck around Uptown and get killed with own gat

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Mac
Wooo, and real.
1999, ya me?
Macadon, Mercedes, my Sam.
Camoflauge off in bitch.
No Soldiers.