Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

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

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

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

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

(spice-1)
Like bonnie & clyde it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make this uzi hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with jason mask
Quit tryin to fuck 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 runnin up out the
Yelling "clear" to the
You never seen a bitch
showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We it to the getaway
We slid away get done away
Then that is getting hid away
Livin in the fast the shit get hot as we were 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 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' getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin
A fever for the of the motherfuckin jet
I looked up in the bag 50g's, 100
My trigga no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch
Nigga, talkin killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'g' they take me alive 'g'
Peepin out these up in the van who been trailin me
The are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm is slippin on one of these niggas blood
I'm a fuck 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 coppers up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers been followin me
I'm pullin my glock out I hear the helicopters
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 the alarm 'g'

(*several gun shots*)