Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bomb

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

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

Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya
Figure this souped up, 'cause he couped up
to rip shit, soon as it's looped up
Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wet

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

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

Drop a bomb on 'em, remain on 'em
the nipples, throw the LL charms 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 bridge up a roadway, do a buck
Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't 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 back out, sweat 'cha tracks out
Blow out weed, you wake up in the mornin' to a note
Nigga had to

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

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

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

Call my
Call my
Call my
my name

Rappers don't really want it, they might they do
They I'm catchin' bodies, go 'head name a few
After I blaze you, I get a 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' my eyes wide shut, like Tom Cruise
They an impossible mission to see me lose

Lay up time to choose, all I is on the left
You hopin' and prayin' you get to hear me take my breath
Lyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop sling Cracker
A hundred keys a month, you up G backs 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 time to quiet storm on 'em
Hold ya nuts and keep ya on 'em
Keep shit pumpin' through my system
When my strobe lights flash you miss' em, listen

Call my
Call my
Call my
my name

Call my
Call my
my name
Call my