Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

(spice-1)
It's the motherfuckin heist so ring the alarm 'g'
It's the b-o-s-s and the
So, put this gat in your (right)
And we gonna rob motherfuckers
For every and cranny
My nigga is up inside
trapped with the ak that's how us east bay niggas ride
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 can load a full clip
A trigger-happy screamin "get down"
Motherfuckers are us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they know me 'g'
Pullin lace to get rich 187 faculty

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

(boss)
My nigga g-nut
(nutter, we ain't ? pit? stop)
I know we got the in the lobby
For the car to kill the cop

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

(chorus w/variations)
Don't the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
Don't 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 niggas get done away
Then loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we bailin
I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas
And from behind a couple of pistols and some
And thinkin doin those before them motherfuckers do me in
Its kind of shoot them in the temple
Search through them all I got my niggas the ore
And are bore, uh

(spice-1)
Yo 'g' getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the fever
A fever for the 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, talkin about killin dumpin em in a ditch
I survive 'g' they won't take me alive 'g'
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who been me
The coppers are comin, deep as so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm is slippin on one of these niggas blood
I'm givin a so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
I'm gonna light this chronic and start ok like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and the cash, get my dash on
That's how we it in 93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to these motherfuckers that been followin me
I'm pullin my glock out I hear the comin
has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin

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

(*several gun shots*)