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

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

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)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven O seven seven
I first laid it at the age of Mac eleven
If I slack up that's when they kill me
But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for we
In it for long paper, hits from skyscrapers
You'll need a fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be in my ghost
Wooo, I my rappers with some egg and some toast
And I'm loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, if I'm walking into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get of funky with these niggas
Whether it's microphones or triggers
If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and '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, '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 when it's hot, this got bout nine niggas on it
through and you goin 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 with automatics spit
Pumping or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My click attack it, on the streets or on
Our on triggers and our triggers on gauges
Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight from the
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the
Don't miss cause that's ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, die, nigga, fuck that shit
We come with thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck Uptown and get killed with your own gat

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, '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.
off in this bitch.
No Soldiers.