Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is Pagin me at 5:46
In the mornin, crack of an'
Now I'm yawnin, wipe the out my eye
See who's this me, and why
It's my Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the
them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled wit, smoked the blunts and got nice wit
my nigga Fame up in Prospect
Nah my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, schooled me to some niggaz
That you knew from back when, when you was minor figures
Now they you blowin up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga me what you gonna do

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

They heard about the Rolex's and the
With the license plates outta state
heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you your moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and 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 stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't what it seem
It's the ones smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and
Betcha Biggie won't
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the
So I can rip through the
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz
Touch my cheddar, my Beretta
what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on remains
Of his - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and on ya rasshole
I fuck around and get
C-4 to ya door no beef no more
the rough, scandalous
The weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
Hold on, I hear comin...

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

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

Ohh shit!