Luyện nghe bài hát Call The Cops

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
It's muthafuckin' Hell and you know you with the Dip-Dip-Dip

Y'all better call the cops, better call the cops
What I'm doing is murder, y'all call the cops
let me in the club then y'all better call the cops
Put me in a Ferrari, it be a drop
They said it was a to be so fly (fly)
Well put me in and read me my rights
They it was a crime to be so fly (fly)
Well put me in cuffs and read me my

1:
Okay, they him out there
There's no dead bodies but he killing 'em out
And not to mention, I'm all the tension
With the '07 Coupe the roof all missin'
And mami, it, shake it, move it all around
While I, cook it, bag it, a couple pounds
It's just money, I'll spend a couple
To get your little itty crew buried in the ground
It's paid for you run wit' a star
I'm the type to throw a party in front of my car
Pop the for the music, pop a bottle of Patron
I get 'em all then they all come home
They actin' hassaditty but they all roll
I'm passin' by so I ain't worried 'bout the toll
So holla at me homie when you see me in blue spur
We run the city, need a office to Bloomberg

2:
When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I rock
I tell the bitch it's goin' like Yung Joc
I take her to my and take her to her spot
Then let her fix her weave then I kick her out the
And the is murder, 100 on the sleeve
And the word on the streets, I'm running some G's
And uh, what's on his hip, it gotta be the
The jeans kinda but you gotta see the sneakers
like magic how I get rid of the top
Now you see it, now you don't, I'm the sickest on the
And I get it from my pops, poppa was a rolling stone
Wherever he put his gun, was his home
You see me in the zone, but no it's not the
Nigga is my life, restaurants, high price
If I see it and I like it, I might buy it
You me now but you gon' hate me when I'm outta sight

3:
911, we got a hazard
So cars, it look like Jacob Javid outside
by the bar, he wanna drag it outside
Homeboy, don't you know automatic outside
I diddy-bop, I know how to dance
In the sky all day I don't know how to land
I go to sleep, up in a different country
understand the language, but I understand the money
You gangsta, we see all about it
You gon' watch it on the news or you gon' read all it
And I'm Ruger Rell so shorty it is
Put burner on ya kid in the stroller by his bib
No MTV Cribs but I'll you how I live
Couple pots on the with baking soda in the fridge
And I bodied the mic and murdered the
I got them boys looking for me that be wearin' suits