Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

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

(boss)
Well nigga gimme the shit
So boss can load a full
A trigger-happy bitch "get down"
Motherfuckers are us rich
in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't know me 'g'
Pullin lace to get rich with 187

Me and my glock to use my
fire'll bomb the ak-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in way-a

(boss)
My nigga whattup?
(nutter, cause we ain't ? stop)
I know we got the in the lobby
For the robbery car to the cop

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

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

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

(spice-1)
Yo 'g' it's getting deeper and
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 no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch
Nigga, about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must 'g' they won't take me alive 'g'
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who trailin me
The coppers are comin, as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm is slippin on one of these niggas blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo I feel a wild pitch
I'm gonna light this chronic and some ok like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and the cash, get my dash 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 that been followin me
I'm pullin my out I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, the loot and started runnin

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

(*several gun shots*)