Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me on five acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be payers
waver gat tooter life taker
Nice flavor real fruity like Cly
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I it
I been rich since I was 20
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the clip
This Gucci kick done got your in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason but the reason she breezing thru
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 yall couldn't see the boy

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

(Cam'ron)
fry chicken they winging ock
Me I'm bringing
I aint sell enough records to the things I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand like his girl pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 action
Played the
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, black and
Did your girl your ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she called me back tried to block her
She could not get
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

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The music is body
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even for drama 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 high
You dont even the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the horn at least three
like who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 deuce Lennox we be at
Here take raw too finish then you read that
clips sweep
Six where you sleep at
believe that
That short change that
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So goodie
Black and hoodies
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma 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)