Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam (Intro)

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

Who am I? 40 Cal.
Gat to your back, get down
motherfucker
(You will be what 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
we see you yell fire and aim

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

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

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

Catch me in them thangs Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it Vivica or somebody similar
Comin' down the block the 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 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 and how I used to be wild
This the of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you wasn't

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

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

Dawg, nine to five, office,
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

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

ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm cordial
Cars convertible, TV's are
on line, coke lines, they come and snort a few

(Killa)
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'
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
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Who far from a star but they car is
(Killa)

I was forced to eat, anything you I keep
Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, the heat
Now the corner, up the block, cross the street
Up fifty flights, right the bosses meet

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

(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 a star but they car is Gallardo?
(Killa)