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 girl getter 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 rich since I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the clip
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she breezing
She smart she wanna part and kill the season too
Get her an and I'm in a motition
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The is hard body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even for drama like La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken they ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell enough to have the things I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand his girl finger pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the flashing
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Saint
leather, black 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 could not get
In the winter in summer
Your son my little man, Your pops my
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

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to our parties
They drinking that Bacardi
The is hard body
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
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) (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 least three
They who that
we that
40th to 4 deuce where we be at
Here this raw too finish then you read that
Banana sweep
Six where you sleep at
Nigga that
That short leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we that
So what's
Black suede and
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your hunter cause my main mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said killa fuck the cars give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
The is hard body
They puffing Bob Marley
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)