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 this pagin me, and why
It's my Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, the caper
Remember them niggaz the hill up in Brownsville?
you rolled dice wit, smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga up in Prospect
Nah they're my niggaz nah wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, they schooled me to some
That you knew back when, when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me cause now I'm 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! wanna stick me for my paper

They about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got in Georgetown
And heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in
The fifth --
-- the coroner!
gonna 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 stick 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
Betcha won't slip
I got the calico with the talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul went
Touch my cheddar, feel my
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers betta
I bring pain, bloodstains on what
Of his jacket - he had a gun he packed it
Cocked it, clips in my pocket
So I can and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck around and get
C-4 to ya door no beef no nigga
the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak
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 wanna me for my paper
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper

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

Ohh shit!