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 drunk driver girl getter shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be price
Knife waver gat tooter life
flavor 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 kick done got your girl 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 part and kill the season too
Get her an and I'm in a motition
I'm bout to dead em couldn't see the boy vision

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to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal even ready for drama like La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
fry chicken they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell enough records to the things I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop thses niggas like to a lot
Shot in his hand his girl finger pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 double
the restaurant
In the east Saint
Patented leather, black and
Did your girl your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she me back tried to block her number
She not get dumber
In the winter in summer
son my little man, Your pops my runner
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he pulled out a and turned the hydrant on

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Come to our
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
puffing that 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) like (la la la bomba) (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 stop hit the horn at least times
like who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
take this raw too finish then you read that
Banana sweep
Six feet where you at
believe that
That change leave that
You don't a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your hunter cause my main mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said killa fuck the cars give me the booth

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to our parties
They drinking that more
The is hard body
They puffing that Bob
jonga
The arsenal momma even 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) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)