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, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, for I bitch
You wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me cause I the B's hate me
Make me all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got more game then the average
All about my cabbage nigga cause I gots to it nigga
it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core
fuck 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 camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven O seven seven
I laid it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever up that's when they kill me
But I never let you steal me, on the for real we
In it for paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
You'll need a fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my with 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 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 walking danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these
Whether it's microphones or it's
If I die tonight tell God to bury my and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the life can check 'em

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

Sam
Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do 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 goin niggas on it
five in the morning or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics rapid
drugs or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My attack it, on the streets or on stages
Our fingers on and our triggers on gauges
Flipping niggas pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim for the heart
Don't miss cause that's they ass if a nigga hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, that shit
We come with thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck Uptown and get killed with your own gat

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)

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