Luyện nghe bài hát Call The Cops

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

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

(Lil' Rob)
Hey fat boy you something
A fucking dime you fucking
Rather have my than run and hide
Thought you were a
you knew the rules
There's a fork up in road puto
Which one you chose?
way it is
Guaranteed gonna lose
I know your move you make it
Leaving you
How in the do I know what I do
It's not that hard to out info
Cause no one you
that I talk to
Wants to see downfall
Knocking you out and right
And I'm southpaw
You run you're a rat
Not cause you're an
I just can't get it
You be more of a bitch
Said nobody likes me?
I don't nobody
a bunch of backstabbers
Not to whack rappers
all the real homeboys at?
I don't see
Did you cut ponytail puto so you could be one?
that mother fucker

(Lil' Rob)
Fool you just a
never was a
You are you eat
of fucking baloney
Though your is Tony
Your no, Montana
get brave like Atlanta
Won't exist like Santa
I'm not even
what you might do
I'll be waiting with a
Named
And that's some artillery
You think killing me
I know your fucking me
Y que puto?
Let the war begin
I guarantee that I stop until I fucking win
Smiling sometimes they don't tell the truth
Smiling faces tell and I got proof, the proof is you
What'chu gonna do when your blown
And your fat asses are sitting all alone and
comes to get'cha? Karmas just a bitch
Just like you, you have no fucking clue I can do to you!