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 b-o-s-s and the
So, put gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna rob motherfuckers
For every and cranny
My nigga is up inside
He's 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 ass security guard out his shoes

(boss)
Well aiyyo nigga gimme the
So boss can load a full
A trigger-happy screamin "get down"
are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe they don't 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 bank in way-a

(boss)
My g-nut whattup?
(nutter, cause we ? pit? stop)
I we got the caddy 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 this uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast this jason mask
Quit to fuck with a psychopath

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

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

(spice-1)
Yo 'g' it's getting deeper and
But yo I got the for the motherfuckin fever
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 bitch
Nigga, about killin 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 trailin me
The coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to 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 wild
I'm gonna this chronic and start 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 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
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started

(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*)