Luyện nghe bài hát Call The Cops

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

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

1:
Okay, feelin' him out there
There's no dead bodies but he 'em out there
And not to mention, I'm causing all the
With the '07 Coupe with the all missin'
And mami, shake it, it, move it all around
While I, cook it, bag it, move a couple
It's money, I'll spend a couple thou
To get little itty bitty crew buried 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 trunk for the music, pop a bottle of
I get 'em all drunk then they all home
They actin' hassaditty but all wanna roll
I'm easy passin' by so I ain't worried 'bout the
So holla at me homie when you see me in blue spur
We run the city, need a next to Bloomberg

2:
When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I don't
I tell the bitch it's goin' like Yung Joc
I take her to my spot and her to her spot
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 with G's
And uh, what's on his hip, it 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 on the block
And I get it from my pops, your poppa was a stone
Wherever he put his gun, that was his
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 like it, I buy it twice
You love me now but you gon' hate me 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 that automatic
I diddy-bop, I don't how to dance
In the sky all day I don't know how to land
I go to sleep, up in a different country
Don't understand the language, but I 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 this burner on ya kid in the by his bib
No MTV Cribs but I'll show you how I
Couple pots on the stove with soda in the fridge
And I bodied the mic and the booth
I got them boys for me that be wearin' them suits