Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bomb

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

I ya eyes and then you recognize
That the sparkles of my shoes paralyze
Gettin' money this, people want my vibe
of jealousy 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, as it's looped up
Ya slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet

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

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

Call my
Call my
my name
Call my

59th street up a roadway, do about a buck
Pumpin' up in the Cadillac 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 the cats out
Set 'cha back out, sweat tracks out
Blow out your weed, you wake up in the to a note
had to leave

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

I'm a lyrically hold it down
L back in town, 'case the sound for second round
Some of these old 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 on, I transform on 'em
Keep gangsta pumpin' through my system
Strobe lights flashin' miss' em, listen

my name
Call my
Call my
Call my

Rappers don't really want it, might claim they do
They 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 mercy, this rookies got it confused
You thought you me slippin', I was falsely accused
Of eleepin' 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 me take my last breath
Lyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop like Cracker
A hundred keys a month, you fuckin' up G nigga

Invincible,
niggas 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 ya palms on 'em
Keep shit pumpin' through my system
When my strobe lights flash you miss' em, listen

my name
Call my
Call my
my name

Call my
my name
Call my
my name