Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam (Intro)

Before we get this Killa Season
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 his truck up just to drive him insane
Give his Rover the new name, the range
When we see you yell and aim

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

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

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

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

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

Dial Killa for murda once, no
see child, the O G style 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, you wasn't there

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was to eat, anything you lost I keep
Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the
Now the corner, up the block, cross 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 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 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 they car is
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