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 getter dice shaker
Try play us your crew will be price payers
Knife waver gat tooter life
Nice flavor fruity like Cly Davis
Sweat 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 told me she me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the reason she thru
She smart she wanna part and kill 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
They drinking more Bacardi
The music is body
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal even ready for drama like La la la bomba

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

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
Come to our
They drinking that 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)
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 plus speak high
You dont even the room when i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the horn at three times
They who that
Nigga we
40th to 4 Lennox where we be at
Here take this raw too then you read that
clips sweep
Six where you sleep at
Nigga believe
That short change leave
You don't a g-pack
The whole thing we that
So goodie
suede and hoodies
No chain I seen more bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter cause my main mans a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the cars just give me the

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