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

1:
Okay, they him out there
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, move it all
I, cook 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 paid for you run wit' a star
I'm the type to throw a party right in of my car
Pop the trunk for the music, pop a bottle of
I get 'em all drunk then all come home
actin' hassaditty but they all wanna roll
I'm easy passin' by so I worried 'bout the toll
So holla at me homie when you see me in that blue
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' like Yung Joc
I her to my spot and take her to her spot
let her fix her weave then I kick her out the drop
And the is murder, 100 on the sleeve
And the on the streets, I'm running with 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 on the block
And I get it from my pops, your poppa was a rolling
Wherever he put his gun, that was his
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 it, I might buy it twice
You love me now but you gon' me when I'm outta sight

3:
911, we got a outside
So cars, it look like Jacob Javid outside
Beef by the bar, he wanna it outside
Homeboy, you know that automatic outside
I diddy-bop, I don't know how to
In the sky all day I don't know how to land
I go to sleep, wake up in a different
Don't understand the language, but I the money
You gangsta, we see all about it
You gon' watch it on the news or you gon' all about it
And I'm Ruger Rell so what 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 baking soda in the fridge
And I bodied the mic and the booth
I got them boys looking for me that be wearin' them