Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me on five acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver getter dice shaker
Try us your whole crew will be price payers
Knife gat tooter life taker
Nice flavor real like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I 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 sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the she breezing thru
She aint smart she wanna and kill the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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to our parties
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is body
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell records 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 stop thses like to sing a lot
in his hand like his girl finger pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 action
Played the
In the east Lawerance
leather, black and decker
Did your played your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me back to block her number
She not get dumber
In the winter blocks in
Your son my man, Your pops my runner
He washed the whip, said alliance is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

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to our parties
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
jonga
The momma even ready 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 plus speak high
You dont even hear the room when i by
I see why SLR me and gy
stop hit the horn at least three times
They who that
we that
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here this raw too finish then you read that
clips sweep
Six feet where you at
Nigga believe
That short change that
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So what's
Black and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your hunter talk cause my mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said fuck the cars just give me the booth

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to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la
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)