Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

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

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

They heard about the Rolex's and the
the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the you got down in Georgetown
And they you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the you bought your moms out in Florida
The fifth --
-- the coroner!
gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm ringin
Whatcha all the guns is for?
All war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can
The criminals, tryin to drop my
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it
It's the that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they grab the guns and come and getcha
Biggie won't slip
I got the calico the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz
Touch my cheddar, feel my
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what
Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda it
Cocked it, extra in my pocket
So I can and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no nigga
the rough, scandalous
The more smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck you or your weak crew
you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
Hold on, I somebody comin...

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

(C'mon nigga) I'm only to pass the gat
(Just your motherfuckin 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 be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit!) What, wrong?
(It's that red dot on your man!)
red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head too!

Ohh shit!