Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya
With plastic on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls,
Look

I seen yall this on cops, man
had yall pictures, all ya profiles and everythin'
Yall stay low
Gene called, he five dollars

Ultimate focus behind ya
Cant reflex with text on your lyrical
the masses, rotate the fastest
Afro jerry curl world, get re-invited
On your sources like the Enforcers

spray your Liberace pianos
Free ambulances ring out your new dances
While yall cant rap we your Ampex
We have protective custody, got your disgustin me

With animal instincts, I left a dead gorilla in the skatin rink
Penetrated your Gap jeans with & Decker machines
Alternate your scullies, catch dead rats in Wrap
Put used diapers on your wipers
Make you eat your own feces, sell [Incomprehensible]

Pull out your colon, leave your swollen
Uncircumcised between your moms
Thats right, with a like Michael Myers
I clip the ears off bodyguards with some bloody pliers

Bound to eat a German in the Mojave Desert
While yall talk gangsta, I push body parts in carts
Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell

Arms for days, with three legs
In the back seat yall get the heat
the police department scared to look at my apartment

Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of legs with kegs
Went to Ralphs and a six pack and some eggs
my face in the paper with a beard, went home and shaved
Took out ya in the pickup truck back to the grave

Drinkin yoo-hoos and dough nuts, yall punks Im so nuts
Walkin in rooms like the black Dr. Dooom
you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide
You run and hide, handicap with no maps, Im you, throw gas at you

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we in alternate states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate

Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, for the thugs
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, Colombo, who done it?
Solve it and Ill it and hold it
To the war, to the hogs, to the

Vagina bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio
Ratio fa sho, why I die
I live tomato juice and Cherry Hos and toast
Santa and Barbara at the Barbie

Most chicks licks black holes, expose
Wastin my on her clothes somewhere up her nose
Suppose I penetrated ya neck a Bic pen
With a around my waist like Bookmen, dont ask my neighbors

Bodies dead, flavors, behaviors
Smokin glass wit coleslaw out ya ass
Take a blast, Im travelin fast, pass a
Diggin up corpse, Im a

my chick back in an up-smack
Had head bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'
Connivin', arrivin', drivin its even
heads, ten horns, believin' evil demon

As Stella Steven retreatin beatin, eatin dead puss
Sardine can smell here to hell
A wit tights under disco lights
Blowin a harmonica, yo, in Santa in a Honda
Name night fall the press cross, dressed you're named Rhonda

Call Macero, call Dan-O, Cello
Five-O rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San
me, hoe, I sold Curtis the blow

The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move to alternate states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we to alternate states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to states
(Let's 'em)