Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam (Intro)

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

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

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 hustlers
I make the customers
(You will be what are we gonna do now)

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

Cal, we see him we leavin'
He schemin', he be
Heard he kill people, we him
Oh he's reachin'
(You will be what are we gonna do now)

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

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

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

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

Dawg, to five, office, pool
Couldn't live that life, I needa 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, he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool
Fuckin' wit this wolf, should be taught to you
Ya don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be

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

(Killa)
Guns, cars, and
(Killa)
Weed, smoke,
(Killa)

Glocks, ox I'm cocked
(Killa)
Cam, fam, damn,
(Killa)

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

I was forced to eat, anything you lost I
Shot the fifth, and like a Piston, toss the heat
Now round the corner, up the block, the street
Up flights, right where the bosses meet

And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston
Left Boston Market, did on Boston Beach
Now, I bought the beach, all they applaud my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I 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)

and the reason you breathin'
(Killa)
Who buy out the bar
(Killa)
Who far from a star but car is Gallardo?
(Killa)