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 jerry curls,
good

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

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

spray your Liberace pianos
Free style ring out your new dances
While yall rap we took your Ampex
We protective custody, got your face disgustin me

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

Pull out your colon, your glands swollen
Uncircumcised between your thighs
Thats right, with a face like Michael
I clip the ears off your with some bloody pliers

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

Arms for three days, with three
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 pack and eggs
my face in the paper with a beard, went home and shaved
Took out ya bodies in the pickup back to the grave

Drinkin yoo-hoos and nuts, yall punks think Im so nuts
in hospital rooms like the black Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the down the steps 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 in alternate states

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

(The projects 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
big weights, we move in alternate states

Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, sellin' for the
A bag of penises and butt plugs, Persian rugs
Wit bodies 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

Most chicks licks holes, French expose
Wastin my children on her clothes somewhere up her
Suppose I penetrated ya neck a Bic pen
With a around my waist like 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 back in an
Had that bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'
Connivin', arrivin', drivin its even
heads, ten horns, believin' evil demon

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

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

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

(The projects 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
big weights, we move to alternate states

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