Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

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

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

Ultimate focus ya neck
Cant reflex with on your lyrical index
the masses, rotate the fastest
Afro jerry curl world, get ignited
On your main sources the Enforcers

spray your Liberace pianos
Free ambulances ring out your new dances
While cant rap we took your Ampex
We have protective custody, got your face me

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

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

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

Arms for three days, three legs
In the back yall 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 bought a six and some eggs
my face in the paper with 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 hospital rooms the black Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps 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
big weights, we move in alternate states

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

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

Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, for the thugs
A bag of penises and butt plugs, Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who 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 tomato and Cherry Hos and toast
Santa and Barbara at the Coast

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

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

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

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

Call Macero, Dan-O, call Cello
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 move to 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
big weights, we move to alternate states

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