Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is this? me at 5:46
In the mornin, of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin, the cold out my eye
See who's pagin me, and why
It's my Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, smoked the blunts and got wit
Yeah my nigga Fame up in
Nah they're my niggaz nah love disrespect
I didn't say them, schooled me to some niggaz
That you from 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 nigga me what you gonna do

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

They heard about the and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates outta
They heard the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got of Virginia locked down
They heard 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 starts ringin
Whatcha all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the
And I 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, tryin to my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it ain't a dream, things ain't what it seem
It's the ones that blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the and come and getcha
Biggie won't slip
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 betta
I bring pain, on what remains
Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda it
Cocked it, clips in my pocket
So I can reload and on ya rasshole
I around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya no beef no more nigga
the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the dangerous
I don't give a fuck you or your weak 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! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper

(C'mon nigga) I'm only to pass the gat
(Just bring your ass on, come on)
Are we close, huh?
(It's over here)
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it better be his house
right here..
This better be motherfucker's house
(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 head too!

Ohh shit!