Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

(spice-1)
It's the motherfuckin heist so don't the alarm 'g'
It's the b-o-s-s and the
So, put gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna rob these
For nookie and cranny
My nigga g-n-u-t is up
trapped with the ak that's how us east bay niggas ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with paint
And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his

(boss)
Well aiyyo nigga gimme the
So boss can load a clip
A trigger-happy bitch "get down"
Motherfuckers are 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 fire'll the ak-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in way-a

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

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

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

(boss)
We runnin up out the
Yelling "clear" to the
You never seen a bitch
That's showin you how to properly fuckin huh
We it to the getaway
We away niggas get done away
that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast watch the 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 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' it's getting deeper and
But yo I got the for the motherfuckin fever
A fever for the of the motherfuckin 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 dumpin em in a ditch
I survive 'g' they won't take me alive 'g'
Peepin out 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 whassup I a wild pitch
I'm gonna light this and start some ok like corral shit
Then this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
That's how we it in 93 I gets my blast on
We we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that followin me
I'm pullin my glock out I hear the comin
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and runnin

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

(*several gun shots*)