Luyện nghe bài hát Intruder Alert

Yo, who the fuck is
It's 3:30
Yo, get the phone,
You get the

Get the
You get the
Get the God-damn
Alright, damn
Who the fuck is

It's my nigga Deezo, what the fuck is the
Huh, huh, me, keepin' it real
Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the
I got the same problem, nigga, know how you

On some real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from
Word on the street, hope you're still holdin' your
Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats they gon'
Just to gain they cut, that's when your name up

Oh, did it? You know some more nigga, it
Cats hate your ass of your riches and digits
You probably know this nigga named
Sister Ronnie with the two-tone body

Cat with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday
lady lover, fucked his baby mother
Hit it from the back, now I'm a act to follow
Made her give my man too and swallow

That's here nor there, he think somethin' is sweet
yeah, we can dump when we meet
Win, lose or draw, after I'm dumpin' my heat
Lay him down while my music pump in the street

He got four him, some niggas from Baltimore with him
I'ma hit 'em if he come through that door with him
Split bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It don't matter, BK,

Pay attention to the
muthafuckin'
You know my
Comin' through, you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but up

Pay attention to the
muthafuckin'
You know my
through, bringin' you pain
But up

I throw hoes out it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no
We get nasty like niggas in with the toes out

You know Deez is down to click off
By the way, son, you know that bitch off
I think her name Mimi, greedy, give you head easy
weave, big ass with the G-3

I know that chick, her real name
to be one of my shorties off Willerby
There's somethin' right now about how grillin' me
Don't tell me she fuck the Bobby nigga, son, you're killin' me

No bullshittin', that's who that nigga be
Let's post in the kitchen he come, start spittin'
Climb through the window, make his body degrees
Fuck breakin' in the crib, nigga, I got the

Pay to the scheme
Sauce
You my style
Comin' through, you pain
And now you act bold, but hold up

Pay to the scheme
muthafuckin'
You my style
through, bringin' you pain
But up

I got a with niggas that talk about stalkin'
up talkin', dead men walkin'
Too shockin', I'm rockin', cats wanna be clockin'
But cock-blockin', I squeeze

While I'm in this chick crib with both locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols
droppin', I'm just dockin'
One slug, two slug, ain't no

Yo, nigga, you know the drill, up
Marcy, where we from niggas, freeze up
Lovin' the sound of my nigga bustin' the
When he open that door, be fuckin' around

Right about then I heard the doorknob
My man gettin' wild, dropped the burn
opened up the door, it's time to earn
Four gats in his grill, you might wanna get

Reeno, get that bitch with the bad
Are you ever gonna learn?
We all get, got just not by you
And we all could get shot, not by you

But right now, tell you what I'm gonna do
I think I'm gonna go let you warn your
Out of respect, 'cause I know you that
I'm not kill you, yo, Deez, shoot that nigga

Pay attention to the
Sauce
You my style
Comin' through, bringin' you
And now you act bold, but hold up

Pay attention to the
Sauce
You my style
through, bringin' you pain
And now you act bold