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

Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! wanna stick 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
the Texas license plates outta state
They about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked
They even heard about the crib you 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 think all the is for?
All war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so can devour
The criminals, tryin to my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it ain't a dream, things always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and and getcha
Betcha Biggie 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, all the foul niggaz went
my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda it
Cocked it, extra clips in my
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya
I fuck around and get
C-4 to ya door no no more nigga
Feel the rough,
The more weed smoke I puff, the dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak
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 stick me for my paper
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
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 Biggie Smalls crib man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it better be his motherfuckin
right here..
This better be this house
(Oh shit!) What, what's
(It's that red dot on head man!)
red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head too!

Ohh shit!