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, damn
Who the fuck is

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

On real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil
Word on the street, hope you're still holdin' your
Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats gon' bill
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 this named Bobby
Sister Ronnie with the two-tone body

Cat fueled Bacardi, throw parties every Friday
Fake lady lover, 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 neither nor there, he think somethin' is sweet
Fuck yeah, we can dump we meet
Win, or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat
Lay him down flat my music pump in the street

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

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

Pay to the scheme
Sauce
You my style
Comin' through, bringin' you
But up

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

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

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

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

Pay to the scheme
muthafuckin'
You my style
Comin' through, bringin' you
And now you wanna act bold, but up

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

I got a problem with niggas that talk about
Souped up talkin', men walkin'
Too shockin', 'cause I'm rockin', wanna be clockin'
But cock-blockin', I often

While I'm in this chick with both wrists 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 niggas, don't freeze up
Lovin' the sound of my nigga bustin' the
When he open that door, don't be fuckin'

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

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

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

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

Pay to the scheme
muthafuckin'
You my style
through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act