Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me on five acres, Hi Hater
Fly coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be payers
Knife gat tooter life taker
flavor real fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat fly asics, Coke 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 true but the reason she thru
She aint she wanna part and kill the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm bout to em yall couldn't see the boy vision

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The music is body
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la

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

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

(Vado)
Im so cool plus speak
You dont even hear the room when i by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the horn at three times
They like who
Nigga we
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish you read that
clips sweep
Six feet you sleep at
Nigga believe
That short leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So goodie
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my 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 that more 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)
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)