Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is this? 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 nigga Pop the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper
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 Fame up in Prospect
Nah they're my nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, they me to some niggaz
That you knew from when, when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like
And they wanna stick the through your windpipe slow
So, Fame for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga tell me what you do

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

They heard about the and the Lexus
With the license plates outta state
They heard about the you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of locked down
even 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 guns is
All purpose war, got the by the door
And I 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, to drop my decimals
Damn! Niggaz stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it
the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they grab the guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie slip
I got the calico with the talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the
Put the in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my
what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what
Of his - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya
I fuck and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no no more nigga
Feel the rough,
The more smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck you or your weak crew
What you do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
on, I hear somebody comin...

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

(C'mon nigga) I'm only comin to the gat
(Just bring motherfuckin 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
Fuck 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 your too!

Ohh shit!