Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catch me in thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it Vivica or somebody similar
Comin' down the block the suspense is ya like, wow
(You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)

That's Cal, we see him we
He schemin', he be
he kill people, we believe him
Oh he's reachin'
(You will be wonderin' what are we do now)

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

Dial Killa for once, no redial
see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke 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 niggaz towns, black ties, bums
Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we dun

Cars, cribs, money, had to find me
Zeke right behind me dun, dun, he 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, nine to five, office,
live that life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't report to
If they report to school, I caught the stool, the fool

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

Hide ya mom, police protection, that's I'm cordial
Cars convertible, 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)

and the reason you breathin'
(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
Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the
Now round the corner, up the block, cross the
Up fifty flights, right the bosses meet

And the Porsche is peach, felt Boston George
Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston
Now, I bought the beach, all because they applaud my
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)

and the reason you breathin'
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
(Killa)
Who far from a star but car is Gallardo?
(Killa)