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 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, know how you

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

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

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

That's neither here nor there, he somethin' is sweet
Fuck yeah, we can dump we meet
Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my
Lay him down flat while my pump in the street

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

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

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

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

You know Deez is down to click off
By the way, son, you that bitch 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 Hillary
Used to be one of my off Willerby
There's 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 when he come, spittin'
Climb 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, you pain
And now you act bold, but hold up

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

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

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

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

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

Reeno, get that with the bad perm
Are you muthafuckas ever 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 think I'm gonna go let you warn crew
Out of respect, 'cause I you that nigga
I'm not gonna kill you, yo, Deez, shoot nigga

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

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