Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

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

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

Let me try to
I shoot his up just to drive him insane
his Rover the new name, the firing range
When we see you fire and aim

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

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

Nah, I shitted on you, even haters lovin' my style
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers
I make the smile
(You be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)

Catch me in thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it ain't Vivica or similar
Comin' down the block the is killin' ya like, wow
(You will be what are we gonna do now)

That's Cal, we see him we
He schemin', he be
Heard he people, we believe him
Oh he's reachin'
(You will be wonderin' what are we do now)

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

Killa for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be
This the story of Cam'ron and Giles one way road to the P now
Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you there

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

Cars, cribs, money, had to me some
right behind 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, nine to five, office,
Couldn't live life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't to school
If they report to school, I caught the stool, the fool

Took off his jewels, he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool
Fuckin' wit this wolf, this should be to you
Ya don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is wit me dawg, that could be affordable

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

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

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

Season and the reason you
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
(Killa)
Who far from a but they car is Gallardo?
(Killa)

I was to eat, anything you lost I keep
Shot the fifth, and like a Piston, toss the heat
Now round the corner, up the block, the street
Up flights, right where the bosses meet

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

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

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

Season and the reason you
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
(Killa)
Who far from a but they car is Gallardo?
(Killa)