Luyện nghe bài hát Intruder Alert

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

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

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

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

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

Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every
Fake lady lover, 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 think somethin' is
yeah, we can dump when we meet
Win, lose or draw, after that I'm my heat
Lay him down flat while my music in the street

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

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

Pay attention to the
muthafuckin'
You my style
Comin' through, bringin' you
But up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While I'm in 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 the drill, gees up
Marcy, we from niggas, don't freeze up
Lovin' the sound of my bustin' the pound
When he open that door, don't be around

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

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

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

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

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