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 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
you got that good, good, I already know

Tell it by your size, I you a dancer
Rein, derierre, I'ma call you
paparazzi, pose for the camera
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 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,

Something like a pimp, like them other fellas
Heard you the shit, girl, we should 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 mozarella
niggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest

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

Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than 'em
her lips, a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so ripe, she 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 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 look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I off Carlo Rossi
I that 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, stop me, all these watch 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 good shit up and he riding

Because thick in her hips, cold than 'em other
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 leave

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

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