Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me sitting on five acres, Hi
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice
Try play us your whole crew be price payers
Knife waver gat tooter taker
Nice flavor real fruity like Cly
Sweat fly asics, Coke test I aced it
I been rich I was 20 bitch
Gun by the cash (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she thru
She aint smart she wanna part and kill the too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm bout to em yall couldn't see the boy vision

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The music is body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma ready for drama like La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm bringing
I aint sell records to have the things I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse whole wings are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand like his finger pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 action
the restaurant
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did girl played your ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she called me back tried to her number
She not get dumber
In the winter blocks in
Your son my man, Your pops my runner
He washed the whip, said alliance is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(Vado)
Im so cool plus speak
You dont even the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the at least three times
They who that
Nigga we
to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish you read that
clips sweep
Six feet where you at
Nigga that
That short change leave
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So goodie
Black suede and
No chain I seen bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk my main mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said fuck the cars just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)