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 back, get down motherfucker
motherfucker
(You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)

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

'Cause when I them thangs it's 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 wonderin' what are we do now)
Down with Cal
(They make in brown)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hide ya mom, police protection, when I'm cordial
convertible, TV's 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,
(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 then like a Piston, toss the
Now round the corner, up the block, the street
Up fifty flights, right where the bosses

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