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,
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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up kimosabe, my crib like a lobby
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 like I play hockey

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

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

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,

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