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 driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew be price payers
Knife waver gat tooter life
Nice flavor fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke I aced it
I been since I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she breezing
She aint she wanna part and kill the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They drinking that more
The music is hard
They 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 enough records to have the I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand his girl finger pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the flashing
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Saint
leather, black and decker
Did your played your ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she called me back tried to block her
She could not get
In the blocks in summer
Your son my little man, Your pops my
He washed the whip, said 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 body
They puffing Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama 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)

(Vado)
Im so cool plus speak
You even hear the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the horn at least times
They like who
we that
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too then you read that
Banana sweep
Six where you sleep at
believe that
That short leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole we keep that
So goodie
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bang than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the just give me the booth

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to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They that Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal momma even ready for drama La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out they lamas (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)