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

Oh, me, oh, my, like a monster
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 your size, I you a dancer
Rein, derierre, I'ma you 'Prancer'
Booty paparazzi, pose for the
All my ladies, if you got it let me

Because shawty 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 bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb

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

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

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

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 wanna leave

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

Hold up kimosabe, my look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I off that 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 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 roll that good shit up and he shawty

Because shawty in her hips, cold than '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 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,

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