Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver getter dice shaker
Try play us whole crew will be price payers
Knife waver gat life taker
Nice flavor fruity 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
Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she thru
She aint smart she wanna and kill the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm bout to dead em yall see the boy vision

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing Bob Marley
That
The momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm bringing
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 chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop niggas like to sing a lot
in his hand like his girl finger pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 action
the restaurant
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl played 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 in summer
Your son my little man, pops my runner
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The music is body
They puffing Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out they 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
like who that
Nigga we
to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too then you read that
Banana clips
Six feet where you at
believe that
That short leave that
You don't need a
The whole thing we keep
So goodie
suede and hoodies
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said killa the cars just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They drinking that more
The music is hard
puffing that Bob Marley
That
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) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)