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, raise 'em
(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 cause I make the B's me
Make me all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got more then the average nigga
All about my cabbage nigga cause I to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we through like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core
Only fuck with soldiers, thug niggas 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 camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I first it down 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 long paper, lyrical hits from
You'll a million fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him in taking out your kidneys
Infinitely, you me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers with some egg and toast
And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa taught me to 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 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 bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(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 that I'm to
We hustle when it's hot, 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 smokin it, both of 'em
My click attack it, on the or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our on gauges
Flipping like pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim for the heart
Don't miss that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck shit
We eqipped with thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck around Uptown and get killed your own gat

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise '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.
off in this bitch.
No Soldiers.