Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You don't wanna try bitch, to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me cause I 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 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 core stoppers
fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride
And I got look (click) for all them haters die
You for me, I ride for you, I put that on the tank
My platinum LP's, my and my bank

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
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I laid it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever slack up when they kill me
But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for we
In it for long paper, lyrical hits skyscrapers
You'll need a million niggas to break us
I got my with me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him specialize in out your kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me 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 triggers
If I die tonight tell God to my words and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the next life can 'em

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(And all my bitches, raise '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 when it's hot, grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you goin find on it
Bout five in the morning or in the evening
the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics spit
Pumping drugs or smokin it, of 'em habits
My click attack it, on the or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on
niggas like pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the
Don't cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, die, nigga, fuck that shit
We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all
Fuck around and get killed with your own gat

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