Luyện nghe bài hát Bomb

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

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 bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb

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

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

Because thick in her hips, cold than 'em other
Licking her lips, a bad
Apple so ripe, she make 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,
you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb
Ladies, put ya hands up if you that bomb,
Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 good shit up and he riding shawty

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold '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 hands up if you bomb, bomb
Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

Yeah man, so when bitch
Smell like that weed, man, blame it on me
You blame Breezy, man, blame that shit on me, man