Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bomb

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

I hypnotize ya eyes and you recognize
That the of my chrome shoes paralyze
Gettin' money like this, people want my
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 slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet

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

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

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

Call my
Call my
Call my
my name

59th street up a roadway, do about a buck
Pumpin' Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't a fuck
tint, gold diggen broads getting bent
We can but you ain't 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 mornin' to a
had to leave

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

Still I'm a hold it down
L in town, 'case the bell sound for second 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 come on, I transform on 'em
Keep gangsta shit through my system
Strobe flashin' cant miss' em, listen

Call my
Call my
my name
Call my

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

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

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

Invincible,
niggas ain't ill your illogicale
This is L, the pigeon thriller, fulfiller
A little somethin' for ya Ice Guerillas, drop a on 'em

its time to attack quiet storm on 'em
Hold ya and keep ya palms on 'em
Keep gangsta shit through my system
When my strobe lights flash you miss' em, listen

my name
Call my
Call my
Call my

my name
Call my
Call my
my name