Luyện nghe bài hát Call The Cops

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

Y'all better call the cops, better call the cops
I'm doing is murder, y'all better call the cops
Won't let me in the club then better call the cops
Put me in a Ferrari, it be a drop
said it was a crime to be so fly (fly)
Well put me in cuffs and me my rights
said it was a crime to be so fly (fly)
Well put me in cuffs and me my rights

1:
Okay, they feelin' him out
There's no dead but he killing 'em out there
And not to mention, I'm all the tension
With the '07 Coupe with the all missin'
And mami, shake it, shake it, it all around
While I, it, bag it, move a couple pounds
It's just money, I'll a couple thou
To get little itty bitty crew buried in the ground
It's for when you run wit' a star
I'm the type to a party right in front of my car
Pop the for the music, pop a bottle of Patron
I get 'em all drunk then they all come
They actin' hassaditty but they all wanna
I'm easy passin' by so I worried 'bout the toll
So holla at me when you see me in that blue spur
We run the city, need a next to Bloomberg

2:
When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I rock
I the bitch it's goin' down like Yung Joc
I take her to my spot and her to her spot
Then let her fix her weave I kick her out the drop
And the is murder, 100 on the sleeve
And the word on the streets, I'm running with G's
And uh, what's on his hip, it be the heater
The kinda crazy but you gotta see the sneakers
It's 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, your poppa was a stone
he put his gun, that was his home
You see me in the zone, but no not the twilight
Nigga is my life, restaurants, high price
If I see it and I it, I might buy it twice
You love me now but you gon' hate me when I'm outta

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