Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

(spice-1)
It's the motherfuckin heist so ring the alarm 'g'
the b-o-s-s and the s-p-i-c-e
So, put gat in your pants (right)
And we rob these motherfuckers
For every nookie and
My nigga is up inside
He's with the ak that's how us east bay niggas ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras this paint
And when I do, blow bald ass security guard out his shoes

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

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

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

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

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

(boss)
We runnin up out the
Yelling "clear" to the
You probably never seen a
That's showin you niggas how to properly huh
We it to the getaway
We slid niggas get done away
Then that 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 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 all I got my niggas from the ore
And are bore, uh

(spice-1)
Yo 'g' it's getting and deeper
But yo I got the for the motherfuckin fever
A fever for the flavor of the 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 motherfuckers dumpin em in a
I must survive 'g' they won't take me 'g'
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who trailin me
The coppers are comin, as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin is on one of these niggas blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a pitch
I'm light this chronic and start some ok like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my 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 that been 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 ring the 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
ring the alarm 'g'

(*several gun shots*)