Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, for I bitch
You don't wanna try bitch, to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me cause I make the B's me
me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got game then the average nigga
All about my nigga cause I gots to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, motherfuckin core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug that be down to ride
And I got look (click) for all them 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 bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, three O seven seven
I first laid it down at the age of Mac
If I ever slack up that's they kill me
But I never let you bitches me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical hits skyscrapers
You'll need a million fake niggas to us
I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper me
My murderer, him specialize in out your kidneys
Infinitely, you me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the only way taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, if I'm walking into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get of funky with these niggas
Whether it's microphones or triggers
If I die tonight tell God to my words 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, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Sam
Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we to do
I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, this got bout nine niggas on it
Come and you goin find niggas 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 spit rapid
Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em
My click attack it, on the streets or on
Our fingers on triggers and our on gauges
Flipping like pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the
miss cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck that
We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all
Fuck around Uptown and get killed your own gat

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