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 girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole will be price payers
Knife waver gat 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 girl in nuddy pictures 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 wanna part and kill the 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)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal momma even ready for drama La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint enough records to have the things I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
in his hand like his girl finger pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the bubble
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl played ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she called me back tried to block her
She not get dumber
In the winter blocks in
Your son my man, Your pops 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 that Bacardi
The is hard body
They that Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal momma even ready for like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas 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 even hear the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't hit the horn at least three times
They like who
we that
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish you read that
Banana clips
Six feet you sleep at
Nigga that
That change leave that
You don't need a
The whole thing we keep
So what's
suede and hoodies
No I seen more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text hunter talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa the cars just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They that 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) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)