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 phone
Alright, nigga
Who the fuck is

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

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

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

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

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

He got four with him, some niggas from with him
I'ma sure hit 'em if he come that door with him
your bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It matter, BK, muthafucka

Pay to the scheme
Sauce
You know my
through, bringin' 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 when it's time to .44s out
Made two phone calls, bring the out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no
We get nasty niggas in sandals with the toes out

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

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

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

Pay to the scheme
Sauce
You know my
through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but up

Pay attention to the
Sauce
You my style
Comin' through, you pain
But up

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

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

Yo, nigga, you know the drill, up
Marcy, where we from niggas, don't up
Lovin' the sound of my bustin' the pound
When he open door, don't be fuckin' around

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

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

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

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

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