Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

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

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

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

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

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

Nah, I just shitted on you, haters lovin' 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 block the suspense is ya like, wow
(You be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)

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

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

Dial 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 wasn't

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

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

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

off his jewels, thought he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool
Fuckin' wit wolf, this 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, protection, that's when I'm cordial
Cars convertible, are portable
Fiends on line, coke lines, they come and a few

(Killa)
Guns, cars, and
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Weed, smoke,
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Glocks, ox ockin' I'm
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Cam, fam, damn,
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Season and the reason you
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Who buy out the bar
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Who far from a but they car is Gallardo?
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I was forced to eat, you lost I keep
Shot the fifth, and then a Piston, toss the heat
Now round the corner, up the block, the street
Up fifty flights, where the bosses meet

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

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Guns, cars, and
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Weed, smoke,
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Glocks, ox I'm cocked
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Cam, fam, damn,
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and the reason you breathin'
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Who buy out the bar
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Who far from a star but they car is
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