Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of legs with beer
Went to Ralphs and bought a six pack and some
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, punks think Im so nuts
Walkin in hospital rooms the black Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps 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 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
Heavy big weights, we in alternate states

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

Jackie Jasper with 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

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

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

dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors
Smokin wit coleslaw hangin out ya ass
Take a blast, Im travelin fast, pass a
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, evil demon

As Stella Steven retreatin beatin, eatin dead puss
Sardine can smell from here to
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, Cello
rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro
Believe me, hoe, I sold the blow

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