Luyện nghe bài hát The Heist

(Spice1)
It's the heist so don't ring the alarm 'G',
the b-o-s-s and s-p-i-c-e,
So, put this glock in yo (right),
and we gon rob these for every nook and crany,
My nigga g-n-u-t is up in side, he's strapped with the AK how us eastbay
ride, Playa,
Ima these cameras wit this paint and when I do, Blow that old ass
guard outta his shoes,

(Boss)
We'll ayo nigga gimmie the shit so boss can unload a clip a trigga happy
bitch yall dying muthafuckas are making us rich,
Creepin up slowly, 1 times on me they know me 'G',
Pullin licks to get rich wit faculty,

(Spice1)(raggae)
Now we got to use the tech 5-0 bond the AK,
The posse robbin the bank and away.

(Boss)
My g-nut, What up?

(G-nut)
Nut up, cause we aint stop.

(Boss)
I'm goin kamakazi in the lobby the robbery, pop, I killed a cop,

(Spice1)
Like Bonnie and Clyde call it the muthafuckin up,
Pick up, 85 smooth'll make uzi wanna hiccup.
So kick up the cash for I with this jason mask,
Quit tryna wit a pyscho path,

(Chorus)
Don't ring the 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
Don't the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'

(Boss)
I'm running up out the bank bailin to the bucket,
You probably neva seen a bitch that's showing you a how to properly do
it,
we blastd to the getaway, we spread away, niggas get then that loot is
hid away,
Counting up the cash but pigs behind us as we was bailin,
I'm a signal to my muthafuckin niggas trailin,
And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzi's and I'm fena do them
for them do me in,
It's kinda simple, in the temple straight to the morgue I got mo'
niggas then the ??? in ward,

(Spice1)
Yo 'G' it's gettin and deeper,
A flavor for the muthafuckin feva,
The feva for the flavor of a jack,
I look up in the bag 50 g's stacks,
My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no bitch,
Nigga, talkin bout killin fuckas dumpin'em in a ditch,
I must survive 'g' they won't me alive 'g',
peepin out these niggas up in the van who been me,
The coppers are comin as fuck just tryna catch a thug,
The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these blood,
Not givin a fuck so yo what's up I a wild pitch,
Ima light chronic and start some OK like coral shit, fena get a clip and
kill this bitch and get my on,
That's how we do it in three I get's my blast on,
I thought we ditched the coppers up in the cut 'g',
I'm bout to kill these muthafuckas been follow'n me,
I'm pullin my gloc out hear the comin, Pigs had us surrounded
dropped the loot and runnin.

Don't the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
Don't ring the 'g'
ring the alarm 'g'