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

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

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

Because shawty in her hips, cold than 'em other
Licking her lips, a bad
Apple so ripe, she make 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 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

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

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

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

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

If you got bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, 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,

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

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

Because shawty in her hips, cold than '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 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 that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb,

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