Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

1 uncle murda]
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we paper
i ain't playin' i ain't playin, i'll smack the shit outta
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 on my back, watch how i hold it down
i got up in heaven like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new right now, ooh this my town
i just up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the crown
oh shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 when he first out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
cool 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your back'll be my target ooh i'm hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's when you're pissin'
all i do is paper, ooh i gotta get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i shitted
come bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm tired of 'em kid
i tell the to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop them
and bottles 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, click clack now back your ass

[verse 3 young
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and uncle murda (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
jizzle why call you that?
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my list, send a couple warnin' shots (yeah)
summers too bitch, i make a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man thought that 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 see the roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep all this purp, they might ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
what's wrong the streets? i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all around me in the club, i'm like who? too many (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they wanna be
mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)