Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

Mac
look.
All them soldiers, put 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 bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me I make the B's hate me
me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got game then the average nigga
All about my cabbage nigga 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 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 ride for you, I put on the tank
My platinum LP's, my 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 camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I first it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I slack up that's when they kill me
But I let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical from skyscrapers
need a million fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out your
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my
Wooo, I like my 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
Mac's a dunk it, you I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether it's or it's triggers
If I die tell God to bury my words and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the next can check 'em

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

Sam
Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the that I'm adding to
We hustle it's hot, this grind got bout 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 the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics spit
Pumping drugs or smokin it, of 'em habits
My click attack it, on the or on stages
Our fingers on and our triggers on gauges
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, die, nigga, fuck that shit
We come with thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck around 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.
off in this bitch.
No Soldiers.