Luyện nghe bài hát Intruder Alert

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

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

my nigga Deezo, what the fuck is the deal?
Huh, huh, me, keepin' it real
Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the
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 your steel
talkin' 'bout who cats they gon' bill
Just to gain they cut, that's your name came up

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

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

That's neither here nor there, he think is sweet
Fuck yeah, we can dump we meet
Win, lose or draw, after 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 that door with him
your bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It don't matter, BK,

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

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

I throw hoes out when 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 Deez is down to click off eights
By the way, son, you know that bitch off
I think her name Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head
weave, big ass with the G-3

I know chick, her real name Hillary
Used to be one of my off Willerby
There's somethin' right now about how you're me
Don't tell me she with the Bobby nigga, son, you're 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, bringin' you
And now you wanna act bold, but up

Pay attention to the
Sauce
You my style
through, bringin' 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 crib with both wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols
Bodies droppin', I'm just
One slug, two slug, no stoppin'

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

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

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

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

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