Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

(spice-1)
It's the motherfuckin heist so ring the alarm 'g'
It's the and the s-p-i-c-e
So, put this gat in your (right)
And we rob these motherfuckers
For every nookie and
My nigga g-n-u-t is up
He's trapped with the ak that's how us east bay ride
Player, I'm gonna spray 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 bitch screamin "get down"
Motherfuckers are us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't me 'g'
Pullin to get rich with 187 faculty

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

(boss)
My nigga whattup?
(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 & called it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with jason mask
Quit tryin to with a psychopath

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

(boss)
We up out the bank
Yelling "clear" to the
You never seen a bitch
showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the
We away niggas get done away
that 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 of pistols and some uzi's
And thinkin doin those niggas before them do me in
Its kind of simple shoot them in the
through them all I got my niggas from 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 looked up in the bag 50g's, 100
My trigga gots no and yo it ain't no love bitch
Nigga, talkin about motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'g' they won't 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 fallin is slippin on one of these niggas
I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild
I'm gonna this chronic and start some ok like corral shit
Then kill bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
That's how we doin it in 93 I gets my on
We thought we the coppers rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that been me
I'm pullin my glock out I the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, the loot and started runnin

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

(*several gun shots*)