Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die
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 to have it nigga
Give it up, my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be to ride
And I got (click) for all them haters wanna die
You ride for me, I for you, I put that on the tank
My platinum LP's, my and my bank

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

Mac
The Assassin, seven three O seven seven
I first it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever slack up that's they kill me
But I never let you bitches me, on the for real we
In it for paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
need a million fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper me
My murderer, him specialize in out your kidneys
Infinitely, you me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my with some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking into
a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether it's microphones or it's
If I die tonight God to bury my words and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the life can check 'em

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)

Sam
Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm to
We hustle it's hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you 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
Pumping or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My click attack it, on the or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our on gauges
Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the
Don't miss cause they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck that
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, raise 'em
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)

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