Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflauge

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

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

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I
You wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me cause I the B's hate me
Make me jump all out my character, forget I was a
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 you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them 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 LP's, my Benz and my bank

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 three O 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 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 soldier with me and I got my sniper me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers 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 walking into
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with niggas
it's microphones or it's triggers
If I die tonight God to bury 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 niggas, raise '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 hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you find niggas on it
Bout five in the or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We to war with automatics spit rapid
Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em
My click attack it, on the or on stages
Our on triggers and our triggers on gauges
Flipping niggas pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you me, aim straight for the heart
miss cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, that shit
We come with 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 bitches, raise '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.
Camoflauge off in bitch.
No Soldiers.