Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ring The Alarm

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

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

Me and my glock to use my
Cause bomb the ak-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the in their way-a

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

(spice-1)
Like bonnie & clyde it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth make this uzi wanna hiccup
So up the cash before 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'
ring the alarm 'g'
Don't the alarm 'g'

(boss)
We up out the bank
"clear" to the public
You never seen a bitch
showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We it to the getaway
We slid away niggas get away
Then that loot is hid away
Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we bailin
I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin trailin
And from behind a of pistols and some uzi's
And doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
Its kind of shoot 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 and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the fever
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, talkin about motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must '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 these blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild
I'm gonna light this chronic and start some ok like 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 the coppers rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm to kill these motherfuckers that been followin 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 the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
ring the alarm 'g'

(*several gun shots*)