Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

(spice-1)
It's the heist 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 nookie 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 guard out his shoes

(boss)
Well nigga gimme the shit
So boss can a full clip
A bitch screamin "get down"
Motherfuckers are us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they know me 'g'
lace to get rich with 187 faculty

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

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

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

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

(boss)
We runnin up out the
"clear" to the public
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 is getting hid away
in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
I'm givin a signal to my niggas trailin
And from behind a of pistols and some uzi's
And thinkin 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 flavor for the motherfuckin
A fever for the flavor of the jet
I looked up in the bag 50g's, 100
My gots 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'
out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me
The coppers are comin, deep as so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of niggas blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo I feel a wild pitch
I'm gonna light this chronic and start some ok like shit
kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
That's how we doin it in 93 I gets my on
We we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm to kill these motherfuckers that been followin me
I'm my glock out I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, the loot and started runnin

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

(*several gun shots*)