Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me cause I make the B's me
me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got more then the average nigga
All about my nigga cause I gots to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to
And I got look (click) for all them haters die
You ride for me, I ride for you, I put on the tank
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, 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I first it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever slack up that's when kill me
But I let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, hits 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 some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the only way taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking into
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with niggas
Whether microphones or it's triggers
If I die tell God to bury 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 niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Sam
say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do
I'm a soulja, the Magnolia that I'm adding to
We hustle it's hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you goin find on it
five in the morning or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we 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 fingers on triggers and our triggers on
Flipping like pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss cause that's they ass if a nigga 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, '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.
off in this bitch.
No Soldiers.