Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the is this? Pagin me at 5:46
In the mornin, of dawn 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, chill, drop the caper
Remember them from 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 love wouldn't
I didn't say them, they me to some niggaz
you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through windpipe 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! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper

They about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license outta state
They heard about the you got down in Georgetown
And heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the you bought your moms out in Florida
The fifth --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and bringin
If my burgular alarm starts
Whatcha think all the guns is
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can
The criminals, to drop my decimals
Damn! wanna stick my for my cream
And it a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke witcha, see your picture
Now they grab the guns and come and getcha
Biggie 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, all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my
what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my
So I can reload and on ya rasshole
I around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no nigga
the rough, scandalous
The weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak
you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
on, I hear somebody comin...

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

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