Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to or die bitch
Don't 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 have it
Give it up, cause my don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
We split you up choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be 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 LP's, my Benz and my bank

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

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I laid it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever slack up that's when they me
But I never let you bitches me, on the for real we
In it for paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
You'll a million fake niggas to break us
I got my with 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 only way papa taught me to it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking into
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of with these niggas
Whether microphones or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and 'em
So in the next life 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 camoflauge bitches, '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 when it's hot, this grind got bout niggas on it
Come and you goin find niggas on it
Bout in the morning or three in the evening
the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics rapid
Pumping or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My attack it, on the streets or on stages
Our on triggers and our triggers on gauges
niggas like pages, get it straight from 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, die, nigga, fuck that 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 niggas, raise '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.