Luyện nghe bài hát Intruder Alert

Yo, who the is this?
like 3:30
Yo, get the phone,
You get the

Get the
You get the
Get the God-damn
Alright, damn
Who the is this?

It's my Deezo, what the fuck 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 some shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil
Word on the street, hope you're still your steel
Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats they gon'
Just to gain cut, that's when your name came up

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

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

That's neither here nor there, he somethin' is sweet
Fuck yeah, we can when we meet
Win, lose or draw, that I'm dumpin' my heat
Lay him down while 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
Sauce
You my style
Comin' through, you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but up

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

I hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out
two phone calls, bring 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 off Gates
I think her name Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head
weave, big ass with the G-3

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

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

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

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

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

While I'm in this chick crib with wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, poppin'
Bodies droppin', I'm just
One slug, two slug, ain't no

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

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

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

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

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

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