Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

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Sparks]
I gotta on this one daddy!!

Crakk]
Oh! Now for me mami...
clap for me mami...

I a little bit
I only know the words...

Crakk]
Holla at yo dog!
No benz, No ice, me in the hooptie
holdin the toolie, everything calm and
Got all these chicks tryin to me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all down her (woman moans)
changed since smoke in the crime
Holdin my mama in the court "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
Rocafella denim stains on my black and white
In too deep, niggaz got beef
smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, wearin my best wit a fresh tee
four-pound, two-clips, tips gone skeet you
So sweet, that I don't lose no
miss no meals, look how I eat no deal
Drink liquor like a tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a pilot shirt, fit it's tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor brain in my waterbed
feelin' like a scholor all to your head
Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably her here
got her drunk, told her all the shit a wanna hear
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her know it's nuthin, em' wit my nikes on
to get my flight on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but is just a part of the game
Far as the change, just bustin' my
Duckin my ex, gettin' up in the Lex
Now how the you get all that??

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the alarm!
another hater's
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my is firing
back, dump on
you and moms

Sparks]
You got hate in ya blood
Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the cocked in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 one of you fucks
I gives a fuck about who catches a slug or who
'cause the kid got money for bail and if get out give a fuck who out
pricks still talkin measly, talkin greasy
the "ROC" is rocked up and out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't me put the cocked nine right in front of yo eyes
and make fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and
You young boys up, while the trucks back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the out
I clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

2x]

Freeway shots, it don't matter who
can't hug the block if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru that's what my do
takin' turns inside yo chick what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, spanish
wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to you
All, damn day I got some for her
No, way I got no chips for her
any day of the week, tucked every day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin honey about any day of the week
ran thru sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
on your block wit a of sweet
(Starts singing)
'cause Free not up
See me anywhere, get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss that off
toss underwear, who those? my balls
from under there
Freeway, a boss don't you wanna
Haters, get don't you understand?
shit spit, be real don't you see guns?
fuck the, ice grill don't you see these
we from the ghetto, and don't like our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she like my attitude (Holla!)

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