Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be price
waver gat tooter life taker
Nice flavor real fruity Cly Davis
Sweat fly asics, Coke test I aced it
I been rich I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your 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 and kill the season too
Get her an and I'm in a motition
I'm bout to dead em yall see the boy vision

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

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I sell 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 stop thses niggas to sing a lot
Shot in his hand like his finger pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the flashing
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl your ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she called me back tried to her number
She not get dumber
In the winter blocks in
Your son my little man, Your my runner
He washed the whip, said yall alliance is
The he pulled out a wrench and the hydrant on

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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 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 speak
You dont even hear the room when i by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the at least three times
They who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
take this raw too finish then you read that
Banana sweep
Six feet you sleep at
believe that
That short leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we that
So what's
Black and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I killa fuck the cars just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is body
puffing 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)