Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

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

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The is hard body
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell enough records to the things I got
bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop thses like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand his girl finger pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 action
the restaurant
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did girl played your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she me back tried to block her number
She not get dumber
In the blocks in summer
Your son my little man, pops my runner
He washed the whip, yall alliance is gone
The he pulled out a and turned the hydrant on

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to our parties
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma ready for drama like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(Vado)
Im so plus speak high
You even hear the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
stop hit the horn at least three times
They like who
Nigga we
to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish you read that
Banana clips
Six feet you sleep at
Nigga that
That short change that
You don't a g-pack
The whole thing we that
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your hunter cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They drinking that more
The music is hard
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal even ready for drama 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) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)