Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on acres, Hi Hater
Fly coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker
Try play us whole crew will be price payers
Knife gat tooter life taker
Nice flavor real like Cly Davis
suit fly asics, Coke test I aced it
I been 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 nigga me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason but the reason she breezing thru
She aint smart she wanna part and kill the too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They drinking that more
The music is hard
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 guap
I sell enough records to have the things I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot
Let me stop niggas like to sing a lot
in his hand like his girl finger pop
Aint no trouble
I'm in the flashing
P.P.K 380 double action
Played the
In the east Saint
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she called me back to block her number
She could not get
In the blocks in summer
son my little man, Your pops my runner
He washed the whip, said yall alliance is
The he pulled out a wrench and turned the on

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Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
The is hard 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)

(Vado)
Im so cool plus high
You dont even hear the room when i by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't hit the horn at least three times
like who that
Nigga we
to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at
Here this raw too finish then you read that
Banana clips
Six feet where you at
believe that
That short change leave
You need a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So what's
Black suede and
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter cause my main mans a bully
Yea kid is the truth
I said killa fuck the cars just me the booth

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to our parties
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is body
They puffing that Bob
That
The arsenal momma even ready for 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)