Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

Before we get into this Season
Let's this shit off with my man 40 Cal

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

Let me try to
I shoot his truck up just to him insane
Give his the new name, the firing range
we see you yell 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 many like,
(You will be what are we gonna do now)
Down with Cal
(They make in brown)

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

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

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

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

Dial for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G and how I used 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 a hundred years
Did the interstate, big cities, ones
Took over niggaz towns, black ties, bums
hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun

Cars, cribs, money, had to find me
right behind me dun, dun, he play by all the rules
That's why the is his, the cars, all the jewels
niggaz all are fools, your regular married with children

Dawg, to five, office, pool
Couldn't that 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, extort the

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

Hide ya mom, police protection, when 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 you breathin'
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
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Who far from a star but they car is
(Killa)

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

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

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

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

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