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 bomb, bomb
Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

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

Tell it by your size, I know you a
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
Licking her lips, a bad
Apple looking so ripe, she me want a piece
I give it to her all so she don't wanna 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 that bomb,
Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

Something like a pimp, nothin' them other fellas
Heard that you the shit, girl, we blow up together
Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it nine,
I'm tryna 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 looking kinda jealous
R-r-rolling papers like blowing mozarella
niggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest

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

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

So hold up, nigga, stop me, all these 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 shit up and he riding shawty

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than 'em
her lips, a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a
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 up if you that bomb, bomb
Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

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