Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Cam

Before we get into this Killa
Let's this shit off with my man 40 Cal

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

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

'Cause when I fire them it's like
(You will be what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, 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)
with wonderful Cal
(They Hummers in brown)

Nah, I just on you, even haters lovin' my style
I'm a role model, I the hustlers proud
I the customers 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 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 wonderin' what are we 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 Zeke Giles one way to the P now
Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you there

Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be 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
Zeke right me dun, dun, he play 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 loft and pool
I had too class, I ain't 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
Fuckin' wit this wolf, this should be to you
Ya money don't matter, what you can't to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be

Hide ya mom, police protection, that's I'm cordial
Cars convertible, TV's are
Fiends on line, lines, they 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 but they car is Gallardo?
(Killa)

I was to eat, anything you lost I keep
Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the
Now the corner, up the block, cross the street
Up fifty flights, where the bosses meet

And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston
Left Boston Market, did deals on Beach
Now, I bought the beach, all they applaud my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he lost his 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 from a star but they car is
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