Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole will be price payers
Knife waver gat life taker
Nice flavor real fruity Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke I aced it
I been rich 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 true 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 to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The is hard body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The momma even ready for drama 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 bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand his girl finger pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 double
the restaurant
In the east Saint
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl played ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she called me back tried to block her
She could not get
In the winter blocks in
Your son my little man, pops my runner
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and the hydrant on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The is hard body
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal even ready for drama 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)

(Vado)
Im so cool speak high
You dont even hear the room 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 Lennox we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you read
clips sweep
Six feet you sleep at
Nigga that
That short change leave
You don't need a
The whole we keep that
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bang 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 killa fuck the just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is body
They that Bob Marley
That
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)