Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter shaker
Try play us your whole crew be price payers
Knife waver gat tooter taker
Nice real fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat fly asics, Coke test I aced it
I been rich since I was 20
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the money
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga 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 the season 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)
to our parties
They drinking that more
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even for drama like La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell enough records to have the I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop thses like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand his girl finger pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 action
Played the
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl played ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me back tried to her number
She not get dumber
In the winter in summer
Your son my little man, pops my runner
He washed the whip, said alliance is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

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to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
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) (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(Vado)
Im so plus speak high
You dont even hear the when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
stop hit the horn at least three times
They like who
Nigga we
to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish you read that
Banana sweep
Six where you sleep at
Nigga that
That short leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole we keep that
So goodie
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bang bangs than
(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 cars just me the booth

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