Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

Before we get into Killa Season
start this shit off with my man 40 Cal

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dial Killa for 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, you wasn't there

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

Cars, cribs, money, had to me some
right behind 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 married with children

Dawg, nine to five, office,
Couldn't that life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't report to
If report 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 should be to you
Ya don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is wit me dawg, that could be affordable

Hide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm
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)

and the reason you breathin'
(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 a Piston, toss the heat
Now round the corner, up the block, cross the
Up flights, right where the bosses meet

And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston
Left Boston Market, did on Boston Beach
Now, I the beach, all because they applaud 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 reason you
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
(Killa)
Who far from a star but car is Gallardo?
(Killa)