Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

(spice-1)
It's the heist so don't ring the alarm 'g'
It's the b-o-s-s and the
So, put gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna rob these
For nookie and cranny
My g-n-u-t is up inside
He's trapped with the ak that's how us east bay ride
Player, I'm spray these cameras with this paint
And I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes

(boss)
Well aiyyo nigga the shit
So can load a full clip
A trigger-happy screamin "get down"
are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they know me 'g'
Pullin lace to get rich with 187

Me and my to use my glock
Cause bomb the ak-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the in their way-a

(boss)
My nigga whattup?
(nutter, cause we ? pit? stop)
I know we got the caddy in the
For the robbery car to the cop

(spice-1)
bonnie & clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth make this uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with jason mask
Quit tryin to fuck a psychopath

(chorus w/variations)
Don't ring the 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'

(boss)
We up out the bank
"clear" to the public
You probably never seen a
showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the
We slid away niggas get done
Then that loot is hid away
in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
I'm a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin
And from behind a couple of pistols and some
And thinkin doin those before them motherfuckers do me in
Its kind of simple them in the temple
Search through them all I got my niggas the ore
And are bore, uh

(spice-1)
Yo 'g' it's deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin
A for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
I up in the bag 50g's, 100 stacks
My trigga gots no heart and yo it ain't no love
Nigga, talkin killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'g' they take me alive 'g'
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who trailin me
The coppers are comin, deep as so try to catch a thug
The way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a pitch
I'm gonna this chronic and start some ok like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my on
That's how we doin it in 93 I gets my on
We thought we ditched the coppers up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers been followin me
I'm my glock out I hear the helicopters comin
has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin

(chorus w/ variations)
Don't the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'

(*several gun shots*)