Luyện nghe bài hát Bomb

All my ladies, put ya up
All my ladies, put ya up

If you got bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb
Know you got bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb
Ladies, put ya hands up if you bomb, bomb
Girl, you got bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb

Oh, me, oh, my, body like a
Let me get inside, ya booty I'ma
If ya bout my size, I give you the answer
Girl you got that good, good, I know

Tell it by your size, I you a dancer
Rein, derierre, I'ma you 'Prancer'
Booty paparazzi, pose for the
All my ladies, if you got it let me

Because shawty thick in her hips, than 'em other
Licking her lips, a bad
Apple looking so ripe, she me want a piece
I give it to her all night so she don't leave

If you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb,
Know you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb,
Ladies, put ya hands up if you bomb, bomb
Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

Something like a pimp, nothin' them other fellas
Heard you the shit, girl, we should blow up together
Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it nine,
I'm just tryna it up, he could it, acapella

We should go back to my crib, what I'ma tell her
Bring one or two of them 'cause your looking kinda jealous
R-r-rolling papers propellors blowing mozarella
Lotta niggas in the club, who cares I'm the

Tell the waiters we gon need more
And when you the money's gone we spending more faces
She with but she want this
Six cars, chains, three cribs, one Wiz

Because shawty thick in her hips, than 'em other
her lips, a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so ripe, she me want a piece
I give it to her all night so she don't leave

If you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb,
Know you got bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb
Ladies, put ya up if you that bomb, bomb
Girl, you got bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb

Hold up kimosabe, my crib like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I off that Rossi
I with that Taylor Posse, these ladies party
And there's so much ice up on my neck, it look I play hockey

So hold up, nigga, stop me, all haters watch me
I it up, you're in the deep, you can call me cocky
Any stage or any beat you I'ma body
And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold 'em other
her lips, a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a
I give it to her all night so she wanna leave

If you got bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb
Know you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb,
Ladies, put ya hands up if you that bomb,
Girl, you got bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb

Yeah man, so your bitch
like that good weed, man, blame it on me
You don't blame Breezy, man, blame shit on me, man