Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam (Intro)

Before we get this 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 to drive him insane
his Rover the new name, the firing range
When we see you yell and aim

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dial Killa for murda once, no
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way to the P now
Yeah, the whoscal, oh, you wasn't there

Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin' a years
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 me some
Zeke right behind me dun, dun, he by all the rules
why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
Ya'll all are fools, your regular married with children

Dawg, to five, office, pool
Couldn't live life, I needa 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, this should be to you
Ya don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that be affordable

Hide ya mom, 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
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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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and the reason 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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I was forced to eat, anything you I keep
Shot the fifth, and like a Piston, toss the heat
Now round the corner, up the block, cross the
Up fifty flights, right the bosses meet

And the Porsche is peach, like Boston George
Boston Market, did deals on Boston Beach
Now, I bought the beach, all 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 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 but they car is Gallardo?
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