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 in yo panties (right),
and we gon rob these muthafuckas for nook and crany,
My nigga g-n-u-t is up in side, he's with the AK that's how us eastbay
ride, Playa,
Ima spray these cameras wit this paint and when I do, Blow old ass
security guard his shoes,

(Boss)
We'll ayo nigga the shit so boss can unload a full clip a trigga happy
screamin yall dying muthafuckas are making us rich,
Creepin up slowly, 1 on me they don't 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 nigga g-nut, up?

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

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

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

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

(Boss)
I'm up out the bank bailin clean to the bucket,
You probably neva seen a that's showing you niggas a how to properly do
it,
we blastd to the getaway, we spread away, niggas get getaway then that 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 of pistols and some uzi's and I'm fena do them niggas
for muthafuckas do me in,
It's kinda simple, shootem in the temple straight to the I got mo'
niggas then the ??? in ward,

(Spice1)
Yo 'G' it's gettin and deeper,
A muthafuckin flavor for the feva,
The for the flavor of a muthafuckin jack,
I up in the bag 50 g's hundred stacks,
My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no bitch,
Nigga, talkin bout killin mutha fuckas in a ditch,
I survive 'g' they won't take 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 niggas blood,
Not givin a fuck so yo up I hear a wild pitch,
Ima light this chronic and some OK like coral shit, fena get a clip and
kill this bitch and get my on,
how we do it in ninety three I get's my blast on,
I thought we ditched the rolled up in the cut 'g',
I'm bout to kill these that been follow'n me,
I'm pullin my gloc out hear the helicopters comin, had us surrounded
dropped the loot and runnin.

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