Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

[mariah
this is a
this is a warning, been a warning
warned you the last time, warning you again

[verse 1 uncle
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we gettin'
i ain't i ain't playin, i'll smack the shit outta hater
i'm the streets, i'm the gutter, ooh i'm so
my main caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club myself like ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, watch how i it down
i got biggie up in like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york right now, ooh this my
i just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the
oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em
i'm 50 he first came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

[hook - mariah
this, this is a (this is a warning)
you one last time, warning you once again

[verse 2 50
e'rything cool i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your back'll be my ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start
fuck the wrong raw, then it's oowoh when you're pissin'
all i do is paper, ooh i gotta get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i shitted
through bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm of warning 'em kid
i tell the to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop them
bottles and we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
me they move, or we got 'em
got them gym in the chopper
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, clack now back your ass back

[verse 3 jeezy]
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), me cousin chopper hoe
why they call you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these niggas (yeah)
man they thought i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh niggas crippin' (haha)
me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the roley like, whose your cousin? (damn)
on the with the game i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, they might ooh, think we the (yeah)
what's wrong the streets? i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all me in the club, i'm like who? too many bitches (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the (what's up)