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 getter dice shaker
Try play us your crew will be price payers
Knife waver gat tooter taker
Nice flavor fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I it
I rich since I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the money
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the true but the reason she breezing thru
She aint smart she part and kill the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy

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

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken 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 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 girl pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 double
Played the
In the east Saint
Patented leather, black and
Did your girl played ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me back to block her number
She not get dumber
In the blocks in summer
Your son my little man, Your my runner
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

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Come to our
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The momma 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) (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(Vado)
Im so cool plus 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
we that
40th to 4 deuce where we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you that
clips sweep
Six where you sleep at
Nigga that
That short change that
You don't need a
The whole thing we keep
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bang bangs boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the cars just give me the

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to our parties
They drinking that more
The music is body
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out they lamas (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)