Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

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

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

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

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

But when it come to say he cop too many like, damn
(You will be wonderin' what are we do now)
Down with 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 make the smile
(You will be wonderin' what are we do now)

Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's Olivia
If it ain't or somebody similar
Comin' down the the suspense is killin' 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 kill people, we him
Oh shit he's
(You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)

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

Killa for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and 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, tiny
Took over niggaz towns, ties, tiny bums
hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy 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 all are fools, your regular married with children

Dawg, nine to five, office,
live that life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't report to
If they 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 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, that's when I'm
Cars convertible, TV's are
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 reason you
(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
the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the heat
Now round the corner, up the block, cross the
Up flights, right where the bosses meet

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

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