Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on five acres, Hi
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk girl getter dice shaker
Try play us your whole crew will be payers
Knife waver gat life taker
Nice real fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat fly asics, Coke test I aced it
I been since I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she breezing
She aint smart she wanna part and kill the 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 that more
The is hard body
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken they ock
Me I'm bringing
I aint sell enough 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 like his girl finger pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 double
the restaurant
In the Saint Lawerance
Patented leather, black and
Did girl played your ark
the 45 I pop and dump 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 alliance is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

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to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The is hard body
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama 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 the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
stop hit the horn at least three times
They like who
Nigga we
40th to 4 deuce Lennox we be at
Here take raw too finish then you read that
clips sweep
Six where you sleep at
Nigga believe
That change leave that
You don't a g-pack
The thing we keep that
So what's
Black suede and
No chain I seen bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa the cars just give me the booth

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Come to our
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing that Bob
jonga
The arsenal momma ready for drama 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)