Luyện nghe bài hát Call The Cops

(Lil' Rob)
Quando el dia se convierte a
Wacha las chiespas que del coche
Rob is un locote
Thought I was done? no
I let it go
See I made you you are putos
And knows
Don't try to hide what's so
Without Lil' Rob around homeboy you got no
Your fucking fraudulent you lost your sense
Not just a bit but all of it
Heard you got an Album coming out Puto calling it?
Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell mother fucker
the bar codes the one's that scan but you ain't got those
Cause they're all you cross the wrong line
I'm an earthquake waiting to and your standing on my fucking fault line
Got some bullets in the cartridge do some to your cartilage
Dia de tu muerte silent like cuete
Cause you wont shoot shit you bought that shit for a sound prop
Click Click thats all you hear is Click and no shot

(Lil' Rob)(Chorus)
Somebody the cops
Cause Lil' Rob stop
call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't
Somebody call the
Cause Rob won't stop
call the cops
Somebody call the

(Lil' Rob)
Hey fat boy you something
A fucking dime you fucking
have my pride than run and hide
Thought you a gangster
Thought you the rules
There's a fork up in your puto
Which one you chose?
way it is
Guaranteed gonna lose
I know move before you make it
you confused
How in the fuck do I what I do
not that hard to find out info
Cause no one you
Everybody that I to
Wants to see downfall
Knocking you out left and
And I'm boxing
You run you're a rat
Not cause you're an
I just get over it
You be more of a bitch
Said likes me? Shit
I don't nobody
a bunch of backstabbers
Not to whack rappers
all the real homeboys at?
I see none
Did you cut your ponytail puto so you be one?
that mother fucker

(Lil' Rob)
Fool you just a
was a homie
You are you eat
Full of fucking
your name is Tony
Your no, Montana
Don't get brave Atlanta
exist just like Santa
I'm not even
what you might do
I'll be with a German
G-42
And that's some artillery
You think killing me
I know fucking feeling me
Y que puto?
Let the fucking war
I guarantee that I won't until I fucking win
Smiling faces sometimes don't tell the truth
Smiling faces tell and I got proof, the proof is you
What'chu gonna do when covers blown
And your stupid fat asses are all alone and
Karma comes to Karmas just a bitch
Just you, you have no fucking clue what I can do to you!