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 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 conquer
If ya question bout my size, I you the answer
you got that good, good, I already know

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

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 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

Something like a pimp, nothin' like other fellas
Heard that you the shit, girl, we 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 should go back to my crib, that's what tell her
Bring one or two of them your friends looking kinda jealous
R-r-rolling papers like propellors blowing
Lotta niggas in the club, who cares I'm the

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

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

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

So hold up, nigga, stop me, all these haters me
I give it up, you're in the deep, you can 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 than 'em
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 bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb
Know you got 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,

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