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 up if you that bomb, bomb
Girl, you got bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb

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

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

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than 'em
Licking her lips, a bad
Apple looking so ripe, she 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
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, like them 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 tryna it up, he could it, acapella

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

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

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 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

Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a
I'm in that black Bugatti and I off Carlo Rossi
I with Taylor Posse, these ladies wanna party
And there's so much ice up on my neck, it look like I 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 you know I'ma body
And Wiz roll that shit up and he riding shawty

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,
you got that 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,

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