Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

Before we get into Killa Season
start this shit off with my man 40 Cal

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

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

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

But it come to drops say he cop too many like, damn
(You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)
Down wonderful 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 customers
(You will be wonderin' what are we do now)

Catch me in them with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it ain't Vivica or somebody
Comin' down the the suspense is killin' ya like, wow
(You will be 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 once, no redial
see child, the O G style 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

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

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

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

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

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

(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 they car is
(Killa)

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, the street
Up fifty flights, right where the bosses

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