Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

Mac
look.
All soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me?
Cause it's going down No 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 bitches, raise 'em high)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, for I bitch
You don't wanna try bitch, to ride or die bitch
Don't 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 then the 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 through like nigga
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core
Only fuck with soldiers, them niggas 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 platinum LP's, my 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 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 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 with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my
Wooo, I like my with 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 into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with niggas
Whether it's or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to my words and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the next can check 'em

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(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 that I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, this grind got nine niggas on it
Come and you goin find niggas on it
Bout in the morning or three in the evening
the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics rapid
Pumping or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My click attack it, on the streets or on
Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on
Flipping niggas pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck 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 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.