Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My paper yes my
Got me on five acres, Hi Hater
Fly gators coke 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 rich since I was 20
Gun right by the (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty
Im the reason true but the reason she thru
She aint smart she wanna 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

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Come to our
They drinking that Bacardi
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 winging ock
Me I'm bringing
I sell enough records to have the things I got
First bring a bring a store 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 like his 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 girl played your ark
Like the 45 I pop and her
Hung up she me back tried to block her number
She could not get
In the winter in summer
Your son my little man, pops my runner
He the whip, said yall alliance is gone
The he pulled out a and turned the hydrant on

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to our parties
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing that Bob
jonga
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) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(Vado)
Im so cool speak high
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 Lennox where we be at
Here this raw too finish then you read that
Banana clips
Six feet you sleep at
believe that
That short change leave
You don't a g-pack
The whole thing we keep
So goodie
suede and hoodies
No chain I more bang bangs than boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my main a bully
Yea this kid is the
I said killa fuck the cars just me the booth

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to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The is hard body
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even for drama like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out they lamas (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)