Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

(spice-1)
It's the motherfuckin heist so 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 every and cranny
My nigga g-n-u-t is up
He's trapped with the ak that's how us east bay niggas
Player, I'm spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that ass security guard out his shoes

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

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

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

(spice-1)
Like bonnie & 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
Quit 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 probably seen a bitch
That's you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the
We away niggas get done away
that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast 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 doin niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
Its of simple shoot them in the temple
through them all I got my niggas from the ore
And are bore, uh

(spice-1)
Yo 'g' it's getting deeper and
But yo I got the flavor for the fever
A for the flavor 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 about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a
I must 'g' they won't take me alive 'g'
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who been me
The coppers are comin, deep as so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin is on one of these niggas blood
I'm givin a so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
I'm gonna this chronic and start some ok like corral 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 thought we ditched the rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that followin me
I'm pullin my out I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, the loot and started runnin

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

(*several gun shots*)