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 yall this mornin' on cops, man
They had pictures, all ya profiles and everythin'
Yall should low
Gene called, he five dollars

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three weeks ago I a bag of legs with beer kegs
Went to and bought a six pack and some eggs
Seen my face in the paper with a beard, went home and
out ya bodies in the pickup 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 out the window down the steps like Iancide
You run and hide, handicap no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you

(The projects 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
Heavy big weights, we 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
big weights, we move in alternate states

Jackie Jasper illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of penises and twenty plugs, Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who it?
Solve it and Ill it and hold it
To the war, to the hogs, to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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