Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die
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 game 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 nigga what
We you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride
And I got (click) for all them 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 bitches, raise 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I first laid it at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever up that's when they kill me
But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for we
In it for paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
You'll need a fake niggas to break us
I got my with me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him in taking out your kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my with some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with niggas
it's microphones or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to my words and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the life can check 'em

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

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

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