Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at
In the mornin, of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin, wipe the out my eye
See this pagin me, and why
my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper
Slow down love, please chill, drop the
Remember them from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga up in Prospect
Nah they're my niggaz nah love disrespect
I didn't say them, they schooled me to some
That you knew from back when, when you was clockin figures
Now they heard you blowin up like
And they stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga tell me what you do

Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my

They heard the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license outta state
They heard the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
There's be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts
think all the guns is for?
All war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, tryin to drop my
Damn! Niggaz wanna my for my cream
And it a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and and getcha
Biggie won't slip
I got the with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, all the foul niggaz went
my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what
Of his - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, clips in my pocket
So I can and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more
Feel the rough,
The more weed smoke I puff, the dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or weak crew
What you gonna do Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
Hold on, I hear comin...

Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my

(C'mon nigga) I'm comin to pass the gat
(Just bring your ass on, come on)
Are we gettin close,
(It's over here)
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it be his motherfuckin house
Fuck here..
This better be this motherfucker's
(Oh shit!) What, what's
(It's that red dot on head man!)
What red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your too!

Ohh shit!