Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken they ock
Me I'm guap
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 stop niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand like his finger pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the bubble
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Saint
Patented leather, black and
Did your played your ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she me back tried to block her number
She not get dumber
In the winter blocks in
Your son my man, Your 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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Come to our
They drinking that more
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
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) (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(Vado)
Im so plus speak high
You dont even the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
stop hit the horn at least three times
They who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take raw too finish then you read that
Banana sweep
Six feet where you at
Nigga believe
That short leave that
You don't a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said fuck the cars just give me the booth

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