Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie drunk driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us whole crew will be price payers
Knife gat tooter life taker
flavor real fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat fly asics, Coke test I aced it
I been rich I was 20 bitch
Gun by the cash (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci 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 part and the season too
Get her an and I'm in a motition
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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Come to our
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is body
They that Bob Marley
jonga
The arsenal momma even ready for drama 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 bring a drop 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 his girl finger pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the bubble
Walther P.P.K 380 double
the restaurant
In the Saint Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl your ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she me back tried to block her number
She could not get
In the blocks in summer
Your son my little man, Your pops my
He washed the whip, said yall is gone
The he pulled out a and turned the hydrant on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama 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)

(Vado)
Im so cool plus high
You dont even the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the at least three times
They who that
we that
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you read
Banana clips
Six feet where you at
Nigga that
That change leave that
You don't need a
The whole we keep that
So goodie
Black and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text hunter talk cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the cars just give me the

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