Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

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

(Cam'ron)
fry chicken they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I sell enough 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 like his girl finger pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 double
Played the
In the Saint Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me back tried to block her
She not get dumber
In the winter in summer
Your son my man, Your pops my runner
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and the hydrant on

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Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
The is hard body
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama 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)

(Vado)
Im so plus speak high
You dont even 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
we that
40th to 4 deuce where we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you read
clips sweep
Six where you sleep at
believe that
That short change leave
You don't need a
The whole we keep that
So goodie
Black suede and
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your hunter talk cause my mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the just give me the booth

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