Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

Before we get into this Killa
Let's start this shit off my man 40 Cal

Who am I? 40 Cal.
Gat to your back, get motherfucker
motherfucker
(You be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)

Let me try to
I shoot his truck up to drive him insane
Give his Rover the new name, the firing
When we see you yell and aim

'Cause when I fire thangs it's like
(You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)
I gotta who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two on a hot new Bentley

But when it to drops say he cop too many like, damn
(You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)
with wonderful Cal
(They make in brown)

Nah, I just on you, even haters lovin' my style
I'm a role model, I make the proud
I make the customers
(You will be wonderin' what are we do now)

Catch me in thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it Vivica or somebody similar
down the block the suspense is killin' ya like, wow
(You will be what are we gonna do now)

Cal, we see him we leavin'
He schemin', he be
he kill people, we believe him
Oh shit he's
(You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)

Killa, Killa, Killa,
Killa, Killa, Killa,

Dial for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke one way road to the P now
Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you wasn't

Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin' a hundred
Did the interstate, big cities, ones
Took niggaz towns, black ties, tiny bums
Handsome hoods, thugs, but we grimy dun

Cars, cribs, money, had to me some
Zeke right me dun, dun, he play by all the rules
That's why the house is his, the cars, all the
Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular with children

Dawg, to five, office, pool
Couldn't live life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I report to school
If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the

Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun to mouth, they drool
wit this wolf, this should be taught to you
Ya money matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be

Hide ya mom, protection, that's when I'm cordial
Cars convertible, are portable
Fiends on line, lines, they come and snort a few

(Killa)
Guns, cars, and
(Killa)
Weed, smoke,
(Killa)

Glocks, ox I'm cocked
(Killa)
Cam, fam, damn,
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Season and the you breathin'
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
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Who far from a star but they car is
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I was forced to eat, you lost I keep
Shot the fifth, and like a Piston, toss the heat
Now the corner, up the block, cross the street
Up fifty flights, right the bosses meet

And the Porsche is peach, felt like George
Left Boston Market, did deals on Beach
Now, I bought the beach, all because they my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he lost his teeth and

(Killa)
Guns, cars, and
(Killa)
Weed, smoke,
(Killa)

Glocks, ox I'm cocked
(Killa)
Cam, fam, damn,
(Killa)

Season and the you breathin'
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
(Killa)
Who far a star but they car is Gallardo?
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