Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you them rollers in ya hair
that plastic on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya curls, man?
Look

I seen yall mornin' on cops, man
They had yall pictures, all ya profiles and
should stay low
Gene called, he need five

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

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

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

Pull out your colon, your glands swollen
Uncircumcised your moms thighs
Thats right, with a like Michael Myers
I clip the off your bodyguards with some bloody pliers

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

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

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

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

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

(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

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

Jackie Jasper illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of and twenty butt plugs, Persian rugs
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

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

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

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

Gettin' my chick back in an
Had that bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'
Connivin', arrivin', hearse drivin its
Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil

As Stella Steven retreatin beatin, eatin dead puss
Sardine can from here to hell
A gladiator wit tights disco lights
Blowin a harmonica, yo, in Monica in a Honda
Name dazzle night fall the press cross, dressed named Rhonda

Call Macero, call Dan-O, Cello
Five-O rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San
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
big weights, we move to alternate states

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

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