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 crew will be price payers
Knife waver gat tooter life
Nice flavor real like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke I aced it
I been rich since I was 20
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the 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 but the reason she breezing thru
She aint smart she wanna part and the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
fry chicken they winging ock
Me I'm bringing
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 chain whole wings are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
in his hand like his girl finger pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the bubble
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the Saint Lawerance
Patented leather, black and
Did your girl your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
up she called me back tried to block her number
She could not get
In the winter blocks in
son my little man, Your pops my runner
He washed the whip, said alliance is gone
The he pulled out a and turned the hydrant on

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to our parties
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is body
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 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
They like who
we that
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
take this raw too finish then you read that
Banana clips
Six feet where you at
believe that
That short change leave
You don't a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So what's
Black and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I killa fuck the cars just give me the booth

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