Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bomb

Call my name, my name, pimp shit, uh
Call my name, my name, uh, pimp shit
Call my name, yeah, my shit up a little bit, my vocals

I hypnotize ya and then you recognize
the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze
Gettin' money this, people want my vibe
Full of and pride, hate the way I ride

Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya
this nigga souped up, 'cause he couped up
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as it's up
Ya slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet

I'm a star, the dick, the double R
Never hard to leave the bubble scarred
Not the car, the man, daddy cool put it down
No me to y'all, nigga is such a clowns

L.A paper
Ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that
Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made them
LL nigga, now who's next that a favor

a bomb on 'em, remain calm on 'em
Peirce the nipples, the LL charms on 'em
Keep gangsta pumpin' through my system
When my strobe flash you cant miss' em, listen

Call my
my name
Call my
Call my

59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a
Pumpin' Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, give a fuck
Gold tint, gold diggen getting bent
We can fuck but you ain't 10 cent, who want it?

Lay the out until the cats out
Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha out
Blow out your weed, you wake up in the mornin' to a
Nigga had to

Be
You teased me, instead of bein' sleazy
I wouldn't do a threezy, come across floss than gold teeth
I learned you can't eat, if ya hold beef, niggas underneath

Still I'm a lyrically hold it
L back in town, the bell sound for second round
Some of these old is funny, fuck who's legendary
I'm tryin' to get money

Drop a bomb on 'em and a dom on 'em
As as the track come on, I transform on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin' through my
Strobe lights cant miss' em, listen

Call my
my name
Call my
my name

Rappers don't really want it, might claim they do
They know I'm catchin' bodies, go 'head a few
After I blaze you, I get a nut
Don't want no blood up on my chrome

have mercy, this rookies got it confused
You you caught me slippin', I was falsely accused
Of eleepin' my eyes wide shut, like Tom Cruise
They an impossible mission to see me lose

Lay up time to choose, all I hate is on the
You hopin' and prayin' you get to hear me take my last
Lyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop sling like
A hundred a month, you fuckin' up G backs nigga

Invincible,
Y'all niggas ill your illogicale
is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller
A little for ya Ice Guerillas, drop a bomb on 'em

When its time to attack storm on 'em
Hold ya nuts and keep ya on 'em
Keep gangsta pumpin' through my system
When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em,

my name
Call my
my name
Call my

Call my
Call my
my name
Call my