Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me on five acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl dice shaker
Try play us your whole will be price payers
Knife waver gat tooter taker
Nice real fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, test I aced it
I been rich since I was 20
Gun by the cash (What's That) the money clip
Gucci kick done got your 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 audition and I'm in a
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm bringing
I aint sell enough records to have the I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand like his girl pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 double
Played the
In the Saint Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did girl 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
son my little 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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to our parties
They drinking that more
The is hard body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal 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
Can't stop hit the horn at least three
They who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 deuce where we be at
Here take this raw too then you read that
clips sweep
Six where you sleep at
believe that
That short change that
You don't a g-pack
The thing we keep that
So goodie
Black and hoodies
No I seen more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a
Yea kid is the truth
I said fuck the cars just give me the booth

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Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is hard
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal 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)