Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be price
Knife waver gat life taker
Nice flavor real fruity like Cly
Sweat suit fly asics, test I aced it
I been rich I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the money
This Gucci kick done got your in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she breezing
She aint smart she wanna part and kill the too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm bout to dead em yall see the boy vision

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

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell enough records to the things I got
First 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 his girl finger pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the flashing
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me tried to block her number
She could not get
In the winter blocks in
Your son my little man, Your pops my
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he out a wrench 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 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 hear the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't hit the horn at least three times
like who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 deuce where we be at
Here this raw too finish then you read that
Banana clips
Six feet where you at
Nigga believe
That short leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bang bangs boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said killa fuck the cars just me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is body
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal even 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)