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 sparkles of my chrome paralyze
money like this, people want my vibe
Full of and pride, hate the way I ride

Sometimes ya speak, ya don't
Figure this nigga up, 'cause he couped up
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as looped up
Ya niggas slept, 20 panties wasn't wet

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

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

Drop a bomb on 'em, calm on 'em
Peirce the nipples, throw the LL on 'em
Keep gangsta shit through my system
When my strobe flash you cant miss' em, listen

my name
Call my
my name
Call my

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

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

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

Still I'm a lyrically it down
L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second
of these old cats is funny, fuck who's legendary
I'm tryin' to get this

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

Call my
Call my
Call my
Call my

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

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

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

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

When its time to attack quiet on 'em
ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'em
Keep shit pumpin' through my system
When my strobe lights flash you cant em, listen

my name
Call my
Call my
my name

Call my
Call my
Call my
Call my