Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die
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 game the average nigga
All about my cabbage nigga I gots to have it nigga
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 niggas that be down to
And I got (click) for all them haters wanna die
You ride for me, I ride for you, I put that on the
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 niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I first laid it down at the age of Mac
If I ever slack up when they kill me
But I never let you bitches me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical hits skyscrapers
You'll need a million fake to break us
I got my with me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out your
Infinitely, you shoot me bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers with some egg and some
And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get of funky with these niggas
Whether it's or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and 'em
So niggas in the life can check 'em

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(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, it's the that I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, this grind got bout niggas on it
Come through and you goin find on it
Bout five in the morning or in the evening
Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em
We to war with automatics spit rapid
Pumping or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My attack it, on the streets or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our on gauges
Flipping like pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim for the heart
Don't cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, that shit
We come eqipped thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck around Uptown and get with your own gat

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

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