Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, for I bitch
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to 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 cause I to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like what
We you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas be down to ride
And I got look (click) for all them wanna die
You for me, I ride for you, I put that on the tank
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 Assassin, seven 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 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 with me and I got my with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out your
Infinitely, you shoot me bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers with some egg and toast
And I'm loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm into danger
a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether microphones or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to my words and resurrect 'em
So in the next life can check 'em

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)

Sam
Never say die, the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you goin find on it
Bout five in the morning or three in the
the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with spit rapid
Pumping drugs or smokin it, of 'em habits
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 for the heart
Don't miss that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck shit
We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all
around Uptown and get killed with your own gat

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