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 bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb
Ladies, put ya hands up if you that 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 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 shawty in her hips, cold than 'em other
her lips, a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so ripe, she make me 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 up if you that bomb, bomb
Girl, you got bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, 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 tryna it up, he could it, acapella

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

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

Because thick in her hips, cold 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,
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

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

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

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

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