Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam (Intro)

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

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

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

'Cause I fire them 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 many like,
(You will be what are we gonna do now)
with wonderful Cal
(They make in brown)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Season and the reason you
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Who buy out the bar
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Who far from a star but they car is
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I was to eat, anything you lost 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 where the bosses

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 nigga crossed the I know you heard he lost his teeth and it's

(Killa)
Guns, cars, and
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Weed, smoke,
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Glocks, ox ockin' I'm
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Cam, fam, damn,
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Season and the you breathin'
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Who buy out the bar
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Who far a star but they car is Gallardo?
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