Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to or die bitch
underestimate me cause I make 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 choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride
And I got look (click) for all them haters die
You ride for me, I ride for you, I put that on the
My platinum LP's, my and my bank

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

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, three O seven seven
I first it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever slack up when they kill me
But I let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical hits skyscrapers
You'll need a million fake to break us
I got my soldier me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my
Wooo, I like my rappers some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the way papa taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, if I'm walking into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with niggas
Whether it's microphones or triggers
If I die tonight God to bury my words and resurrect 'em
So in the next life can check 'em

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my niggas, raise '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 Magnolia I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, this grind got bout niggas on it
through and you goin find niggas on it
Bout five in the or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em
We responded to war automatics spit rapid
drugs or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My attack it, on the streets or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our on gauges
Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight 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, that shit
We come eqipped thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck Uptown and get killed with your own gat

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)

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