Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

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

Who am I? 40 Cal.
Gat to back, get down motherfucker
motherfucker
(You be wonderin' what 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 it's like
(You will be what are we gonna 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 wonderin' what are we do now)
Down with Cal
(They Hummers in brown)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hide ya mom, police protection, that's I'm cordial
Cars convertible, are portable
Fiends on line, coke lines, they and snort 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 star but they car is
(Killa)

I was to eat, anything 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 where the meet

And the is peach, felt like Boston George
Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston
Now, I bought the beach, all because they applaud my
One nigga the chief I know 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 reason you
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
(Killa)
Who far a star but they car is Gallardo?
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