Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise '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
Don't underestimate me cause I the B's hate me
Make me jump all out my character, I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got more game the average nigga
All about my nigga cause I gots to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them 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 that on the
My platinum LP's, my Benz and my

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, 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 never let you bitches me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical from skyscrapers
You'll need a million fake to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers with egg and some toast
And I'm loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking danger
Mac's a it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether it's 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 niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(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, the Magnolia that I'm adding to
We hustle when hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come and you goin find niggas on it
five in the morning or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We to war with automatics spit rapid
Pumping 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
Fuck a vest, you me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss cause that's 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 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
Wooo, and real.
1999, ya me?
Macadon, Mercedes, my Sam.
Camoflauge off in bitch.
No Soldiers.