Luyện nghe bài hát Bomb

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

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

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

Tell it by your size, I 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 'em other
her lips, a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a
I it to her all night so she don't wanna 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 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 bomb shit, call it nine, eleven
I'm just tryna beat it up, he it, acapella

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

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

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

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 that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

Hold up kimosabe, my crib look a lobby
I'm in that Bugatti and I off that 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 give it up, in the deep, you can call me cocky
Any stage or any beat you know I'ma
And Wiz roll that good up and he riding shawty

Because thick in her hips, cold than '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,
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,

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