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 phone
Alright, nigga
Who the fuck is

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

On real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil
Word on the street, hope still holdin' your steel
Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats they bill
Just to they cut, that's when your name came up

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

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

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

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

Pay attention to the
muthafuckin'
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 throw out when it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no
We get nasty like niggas in with the toes out

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

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

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

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

While I'm in this chick crib both wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols
droppin', I'm just dockin'
One slug, two slug, no stoppin'

Yo, nigga, you know the drill, up
Marcy, where we from niggas, 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 gettin' wild, almost the burn
opened up the door, it's time to earn
Four gats in his grill, you might wanna get

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

But about 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 nigga

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

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