Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on five acres, Hi
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be price
Knife gat tooter life taker
Nice flavor real like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke I aced it
I been rich I was 20 bitch
Gun by the cash (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she breezing
She aint she wanna part and kill the season too
Get her an and I'm in a motition
I'm bout to em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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

(Cam'ron)
fry chicken they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint enough records to have the things I got
bring 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 girl pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 double
the restaurant
In the Saint Lawerance
leather, black and decker
Did your girl played ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me tried to block her number
She not get dumber
In the blocks 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 the hydrant on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is body
They puffing that Bob
That
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 room i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't hit the horn at least three times
like who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you that
Banana clips
Six feet where you at
Nigga believe
That short change leave
You don't a g-pack
The whole we keep that
So goodie
Black suede and
No chain I seen more bang bangs than
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your hunter talk cause my main a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said killa fuck the cars just me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They that more Bacardi
The music is body
puffing that 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)