Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me on five acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be price
Knife gat tooter life taker
Nice real fruity like Cly Davis
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 booty
Im the reason true but the she breezing thru
She smart she wanna part and kill the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken they ock
Me I'm bringing
I aint sell records to have 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 niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand like his finger pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 action
the restaurant
In the east Lawerance
leather, black and decker
Did your girl played ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she me back tried to block her number
She could not get
In the winter in summer
Your son my little man, Your 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 that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma ready for drama like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out 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 high
You dont hear the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't hit the horn at least three times
They like who
Nigga we
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you read
Banana clips
Six feet you sleep at
believe that
That change leave that
You don't need a
The whole thing we that
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking that more
The music is body
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
The momma even ready for drama like 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)