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 motherfucker
motherfucker
(You be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)

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

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

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

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

Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's with
If it Vivica or somebody similar
Comin' down the block the suspense is 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 he's reachin'
(You will be what are we gonna do now)

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

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

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

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

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

Hide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm
convertible, TV's are portable
Fiends on line, coke lines, they come and 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 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 round the corner, up the block, cross the
Up fifty flights, right where the bosses

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

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