Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cal, we see him we leavin'
He schemin', he be
Heard he kill people, we him
Oh shit reachin'
(You will be what are we gonna 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 Zeke one way road to the P now
Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you there

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

Cars, cribs, money, had to me some
Zeke 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 married children

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

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

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

(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 from a star but they car is
(Killa)

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

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