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 is this?

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

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

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

Cat with Bacardi, throw 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 nor there, he think somethin' is sweet
Fuck yeah, we can when we meet
Win, or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat
Lay him down flat while my pump in the street

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

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

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

I throw hoes out it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no
We get nasty niggas 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, greedy, give you head easy
Fake weave, big ass the G-3

I know that chick, her real Hillary
Used to be one of my off Willerby
There's somethin' right now about how you're me
tell 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, make his body 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 act bold, but hold up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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