Luyện nghe bài hát Call The Cops

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

Y'all better call the cops, y'all better call the
What I'm doing is murder, y'all better call the
Won't let me in the club then y'all call the cops
Put me in a Ferrari, it be a drop
They said it was a to be so fly (fly)
put me in cuffs and read 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 but he killing 'em out there
And not to mention, I'm all the tension
With the '07 Coupe the roof all missin'
And mami, shake it, shake it, it all around
While I, cook it, bag it, a couple pounds
It's just money, I'll spend a thou
To get your little itty bitty crew in the ground
paid 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 by so I ain't worried 'bout the toll
So holla at me homie you see me in that blue spur
We run the city, a office next to Bloomberg

2:
When I'm in the club, I lean, I don't 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 I kick her out the drop
And the neck is murder, 100 on the
And the on the streets, I'm running with some G's
And uh, on his hip, it gotta be the heater
The kinda crazy 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, your was a rolling stone
Wherever he put his gun, was his home
You see me in the zone, but no it's not the
this is my life, restaurants, high price
If I see it and I it, I might 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 like Jacob Javid
Beef by the bar, he wanna drag it
Homeboy, don't you that 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' watch it on the news or you read all about it
And I'm Rell so shorty what it is
Put this burner on ya kid in the by his bib
No MTV Cribs but I'll you how I live
Couple pots on the stove with baking in the fridge
And I the mic and murdered the booth
I got them boys looking for me that be them suits