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, y'all call the cops
What I'm doing is murder, y'all call the cops
Won't let me in the club y'all better call the cops
Put me in a Ferrari, it better be a
They said it was a to be so fly (fly)
Well put me in cuffs and me my rights
They 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 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, shake it, it, move it all around
While I, it, bag it, move a couple pounds
It's just money, spend a couple thou
To get your little itty 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 then they all come home
They actin' but they all wanna roll
I'm easy passin' by so I ain't worried the toll
So at me homie when you see me in that blue spur
We run the city, need a office next to

2:
When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I rock
I tell the bitch it's goin' down Yung Joc
I take her to my spot and take her to her
let her fix her weave then I kick her out the drop
And the neck is murder, 100 on the
And the word on the streets, I'm running some G's
And uh, on his hip, it gotta be the heater
The jeans kinda crazy but you gotta see the
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, poppa was a rolling 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 like it, I buy it twice
You me now but you gon' hate me when I'm outta sight

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