Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie drunk driver girl getter dice shaker
Try us your whole crew will be price payers
Knife waver gat life taker
flavor real fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, test I aced it
I rich since I was 20 bitch
Gun by the cash (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she breezing
She aint she wanna part 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

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They drinking more Bacardi
The is hard body
They that Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal momma even for drama like La la la bomba

(Cam'ron)
Like fry they winging ock
Me I'm guap
I aint sell records to have the things I got
First a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop 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 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 me back tried to block her number
She not get dumber
In the winter in summer
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

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma ready for drama like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) (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 when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
stop 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 then you read that
clips sweep
Six feet where you at
Nigga that
short change leave that
You don't need a
The whole thing we keep
So goodie
Black and hoodies
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the cars just me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking that more
The music is 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 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)