Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, '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 cause I make the B's 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 gots to have it
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through nigga what
We you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug that be down to ride
And I got (click) for all them haters wanna 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 camoflauge bitches, '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 laid it 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 long paper, lyrical hits from
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 your
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, be back in my ghost
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 danger
Mac's a it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether it's microphones or 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 bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Sam
Never say die, the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm to
We hustle when it's hot, this grind got nine niggas on it
Come through and you find niggas on it
Bout five in the morning or three in the
Cross the camo, we the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics spit
Pumping drugs or it, both of 'em habits
My attack it, on the streets or on stages
Our fingers on and our triggers on gauges
Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight the start
a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss cause they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, die, nigga, fuck that shit
We come with thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck around Uptown and get killed with 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 camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

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