Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

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

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

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

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

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

Pull out your colon, leave your glands
Uncircumcised between moms thighs
Thats right, with a face Michael Myers
I clip the ears off your bodyguards with some bloody

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

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

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

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

(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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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