Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you keep them in ya hair
With plastic on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya curls, man?
good

I seen yall this on cops, man
had yall pictures, all ya profiles and everythin'
Yall stay low
called, he need five dollars

Ultimate focus ya neck
Cant reflex with text on your index
Stop the masses, the fastest
Afro curl world, get ignited re-invited
On your main sources the Enforcers

Sub-machines spray your pianos
Free style ambulances ring out new dances
While yall cant rap we took your
We have protective custody, got your disgustin me

With like instincts, I left a dead gorilla in the skatin rink
Penetrated your Gap jeans with Black & Decker
Alternate your scullies, catch dead rats in Wrap
Put used diapers on your windshield
Make you eat own feces, sell your [Incomprehensible]

Pull out your colon, leave your swollen
Uncircumcised your moms thighs
Thats right, with a face like Myers
I clip the ears off your bodyguards with bloody pliers

Bound to eat a German Shepard in the Mojave
While yall talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin'
Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so can smell those

Arms for days, with three legs
In the back yall get the back heat
With the police scared to look at my apartment

Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of with beer kegs
Went to Ralphs and bought a six pack and eggs
my face in the paper with a beard, went home and shaved
Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck to the grave

Drinkin yoo-hoos and dough nuts, yall think Im so nuts
in hospital rooms like the black Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the like Iancide
You run and hide, with no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move in states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we in alternate states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move in alternate states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate

Jasper with illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, Persian
Wit dead on it, call Colombo, who done it?
Solve it and Ill revolve it and it
To the war, to the hogs, to the

Vagina bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio
Ratio fa sho, why I die
I live comatose tomato and Cherry Hos and toast
Santa and Barbara at the Coast

chicks licks black holes, French expose
Wastin my children on her clothes up her nose
Suppose I penetrated ya neck a Bic pen
With a belt around my waist Bookmen, dont ask my neighbors

dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors
Smokin glass wit hangin out ya ass
a blast, Im travelin fast, pass a nymphomaniac
Diggin up corpse, Im a

Gettin' my chick in an up-smack
Had that bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'
Connivin', arrivin', hearse drivin its
Seven heads, ten horns, believin' demon

As Stella Steven retreatin youre beatin, eatin dead
Sardine can smell here to hell
A gladiator wit under disco lights
Blowin a harmonica, yo, in Monica in a Honda
Name dazzle night fall the press cross, you're named Rhonda

Call Macero, call Dan-O, call
rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro
Believe me, hoe, I Curtis the blow

The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move to alternate states
(Let's 'em)