Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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)

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

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(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 they kill me
But I let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
In it for paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
You'll need a million niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I my rappers with some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa taught me to it
One in the chamber, if I'm walking into danger
a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether microphones or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to bury my and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the next 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 bitches, raise 'em high)

Sam
Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we to do
I'm a soulja, the Magnolia that I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, this grind got nine niggas on it
Come through and you goin find on it
Bout five in the morning or in the evening
Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em
We responded to war with automatics rapid
Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em
My click attack it, on the or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on
Flipping like pages, get it straight from the start
a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss cause that's ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck that
We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all
Fuck around and get killed with your 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.