Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(spice-1)
Yo 'g' getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin
A fever for the of the motherfuckin jet
I up in the bag 50g's, 100 stacks
My gots no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch
Nigga, about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'g' they 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 slippin on one of niggas blood
I'm a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild 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 it in 93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to kill these that 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'
ring the alarm 'g'
Don't the alarm 'g'
Don't the alarm 'g'

(*several gun shots*)