Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice
Try play us your whole crew will be price
Knife gat tooter life taker
Nice flavor real fruity like Cly
Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I it
I been since I was 20 bitch
Gun right by the cash (What's That) the clip
This Gucci kick done got girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the true but the reason she breezing thru
She aint smart she wanna part and 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)
Come to our
drinking that more Bacardi
The music is hard
puffing that Bob Marley
That
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 enough records to the things I got
First bring a drop bring a store a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop thses niggas to sing a lot
in his hand like his girl finger pop
Aint no asking
I'm in the flashing
Walther P.P.K 380 double
the restaurant
In the east Lawerance
Patented leather, black and
Did your girl your 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 little man, pops my runner
He washed the whip, said alliance is gone
The he pulled out a wrench and the hydrant on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is body
They that Bob Marley
jonga
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) (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 the room 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
take this raw too finish then you read that
Banana sweep
Six where you sleep at
believe that
That short leave that
You don't a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So goodie
Black suede and
No chain I seen bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk my main mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I killa fuck the cars just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They that more Bacardi
The music is body
They that Bob Marley
jonga
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)