Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the is this? Pagin me at 5:46
In the mornin, crack of 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 the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the
them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, smoked the and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga Fame up in
Nah they're my niggaz nah wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, they schooled me to some
That you knew from when, when you was clockin minor figures
Now they you blowin up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe
So, thank for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga me what you gonna do

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

heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia down
They heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and bringin
If my burgular alarm ringin
Whatcha think all the is for?
All purpose war, got the by the door
And I 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, tryin to drop my
Damn! wanna stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always it seem
It's the that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now wanna grab the guns and come and getcha
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, all the foul niggaz went
my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers duck
I bring pain, on what remains
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 no more nigga
the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the dangerous
I don't give a about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
on, I hear somebody comin...

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

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

Ohh shit!