Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bomb

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

I hypnotize ya eyes and then you
That the sparkles of my shoes paralyze
Gettin' money like this, people my vibe
of jealousy and pride, hate the way I ride

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

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

L.A worth
Ask Russell who put 'em up in that skyscraper
Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made major
LL nigga, now next that need a favor

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

Call my
my name
Call my
Call my

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

Lay the facts out until the out
Set 'cha back out, 'cha tracks out
Blow out your weed, you wake up in the to a note
had to leave

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

Still I'm a hold it down
L back in town, 'case the bell sound for round
Some of old cats is funny, fuck who's legendary
I'm to get this money

a bomb on 'em and pour a dom on 'em
As soon as the track come on, I on 'em
Keep gangsta pumpin' through my system
Strobe lights flashin' miss' em, listen

Call my
Call my
Call my
my name

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

Lord have mercy, rookies got it confused
You thought you caught me slippin', I was falsely
Of eleepin' with my eyes wide shut, like Tom
They wishin' an mission to see me lose

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

Invincible,
Y'all ain't ill your illogicale
This is L, the pigeon thriller, dream
A little somethin' for ya Ice Guerillas, a bomb on 'em

When its to attack quiet 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,

Call my
Call my
Call my
Call my

Call my
my name
Call my
my name