Luyện nghe bài hát The Heist

(Spice1)
It's the muthafuckin heist so don't 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 muthafuckas for every nook and crany,
My nigga g-n-u-t is up in side, he's strapped the AK that's how us eastbay
ride, Playa,
Ima spray these cameras wit this paint and when I do, that old ass
security guard his shoes,

(Boss)
We'll ayo nigga the shit so boss can unload a full clip a trigga happy
bitch screamin yall dying muthafuckas are us rich,
up slowly, 1 times on me they don't know me 'G',
Pullin to get rich wit 1-8-7 faculty,

(Spice1)(raggae)
Now we got to use the tech 5-0 bond the AK,
The 1-8-7 posse robbin the and away.

(Boss)
My g-nut, What up?

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

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

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

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

(Boss)
I'm running up out the bank bailin to the bucket,
You neva seen a bitch that's showing you niggas a how to properly do
it,
we blastd to the getaway, we spread away, niggas get getaway that loot is
hid away,
Counting up the cash but behind us just 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 muthafuckas do me in,
kinda simple, shootem in the temple straight to the morgue I got mo'
niggas the ??? in pyscho ward,

(Spice1)
Yo 'G' it's gettin and deeper,
A muthafuckin for the muthafuckin feva,
The feva for the of a muthafuckin jack,
I look up in the bag 50 g's stacks,
My gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitch,
Nigga, talkin bout killin mutha fuckas 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 are comin deep as fuck just tryna catch a thug,
The way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas 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 and get my cash on,
That's how we do it in ninety I get's my blast on,
I thought we ditched the coppers up in the cut 'g',
I'm bout to kill muthafuckas that been follow'n me,
I'm pullin my out hear the helicopters comin, Pigs had us surrounded
the loot and started runnin.

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