Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me sitting on five acres, Hi
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl dice shaker
Try play us your whole will be price payers
waver gat tooter life taker
Nice flavor real fruity Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I it
I been rich since I was 20
Gun by the cash (What's That) the money clip
This kick done got your girl 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 wanna part and kill the 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
They drinking that Bacardi
The is hard body
They that Bob Marley
jonga
The momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba

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

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

(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 who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 deuce where we be at
Here take this raw too finish you read that
Banana sweep
Six feet you sleep at
Nigga believe
That change leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole we keep that
So goodie
suede and hoodies
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said killa fuck the just give me the booth

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