Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me on five acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie drunk driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be price
Knife waver gat life taker
Nice flavor real fruity Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke I aced it
I been rich I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the true but the reason she breezing thru
She aint smart she part and kill the season 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)
Come to our
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is body
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal even ready for drama like La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell enough to have the things I got
First bring a drop bring a bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop thses niggas like to a lot
Shot in his hand like his girl pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 double
Played the
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, black and
Did your girl played ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me back tried to her number
She could not get
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 wrench and turned the on

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

(Vado)
Im so plus speak high
You dont hear the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the horn at least times
They who that
we that
40th to 4 deuce Lennox we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you that
Banana sweep
Six feet where you at
Nigga believe
That change leave that
You need a g-pack
The thing we keep that
So goodie
Black and hoodies
No chain I seen bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text hunter talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa the cars just give me the booth

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