Luyện nghe bài hát La Bomba

(Cam'ron)
My yes my paper
Got me sitting on five acres, Hi
Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice
Try play us your whole crew will be price
Knife waver gat tooter taker
Nice flavor real fruity like Cly
Sweat fly asics, Coke test I aced it
I rich since I was 20 bitch
Gun by the cash (What's That) the money clip
This Gucci kick got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger
Im the reason true but the she breezing thru
She aint she wanna part and kill the season too
Get her an audition and I'm in a
I'm bout to dead em yall see the boy vision

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
puffing that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la

(Cam'ron)
Like fry chicken they ock
Me I'm bringing
I aint sell enough records to have the I got
First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole 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 Saint Lawerance
Patented leather, and decker
Did your girl your ark
the 45 I pop and dump her
Hung up she called me back tried to block her
She could not get
In the winter in summer
Your son my little man, Your my runner
He washed the whip, yall alliance is gone
The he out a wrench and turned the hydrant on

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They drinking that Bacardi
The music is hard
They puffing 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) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(Vado)
Im so cool plus speak
You dont even hear the room i breeze by
I see why SLR me and gy
Can't stop hit the horn at least times
They who that
Nigga we
to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at
Here take raw too finish then you read that
Banana clips
Six feet you sleep at
believe that
That short change leave
You don't need a
The thing we keep that
So goodie
Black and hoodies
No chain I seen more bang bangs boogie
(HAA) Yea I straight aim it
And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a
Yea this kid is the
I said fuck the cars just give me the booth

(Chorus: Cam'ron)
to our parties
They that more Bacardi
The music is hard
They that Bob Marley
That
The arsenal momma even ready for like La la la bomba
I can (la la la bomba)
Niggas pull out lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)