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 girl dice shaker
Try us your whole crew will be price payers
Knife gat tooter life taker
flavor real fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat suit fly asics, test I aced it
I rich since I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the 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 but the reason she breezing thru
She aint she wanna part and kill the season too
Get her an and I'm in a motition
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

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

(Cam'ron)
fry chicken they winging ock
Me I'm bringing
I aint sell records to have the things I got
First bring a drop bring a bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me thses niggas like to sing a lot
Shot in his hand his girl finger pop
no trouble asking
I'm in the flashing
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Saint
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl played ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me back tried to her number
She could not get
In the blocks in summer
son my little man, Your pops my runner
He the whip, said yall alliance is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and the hydrant on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is body
They that Bob Marley
jonga
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) (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 hear the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the horn at least three
They who that
we that
40th to 4 deuce where we be at
Here take this raw too finish then you read
Banana sweep
Six feet you sleep at
believe that
That change leave that
You need a g-pack
The whole we keep that
So what's
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I aim it fully
And text your hunter talk cause my main a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I killa fuck the cars just give me the booth

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