Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam (Intro)

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

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

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

'Cause when I fire them thangs it's
(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 to drops say he cop too many like, damn
(You will be wonderin' what are we do now)
with wonderful Cal
(They make in brown)

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

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

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

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

Dial for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G and how I used to be wild
the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you there

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

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

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

Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun to mouth, they 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 could be

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

(Killa)
Guns, cars, and
(Killa)
Weed, smoke,
(Killa)

Glocks, ox ockin' I'm
(Killa)
Cam, fam, damn,
(Killa)

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

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

And the Porsche is peach, felt like George
Left Market, did deals on Boston Beach
Now, I bought the beach, all because they my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I know you 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 from a but they car is Gallardo?
(Killa)