Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is Pagin me at 5:46
In the mornin, of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin, the cold out my eye
See who's this me, and why
It's my Pop from the barbershop
me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, the caper
Remember niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
you rolled dice wit, smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga Fame up in
Nah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't
I say them, they schooled me to some niggaz
That you knew from back when, when you was clockin figures
Now they heard you blowin up like
And they wanna the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga tell me 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 wanna stick me for my

They heard about the Rolex's and the
With the license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked
They even heard about the crib you bought moms out in Florida
The fifth --
-- the coroner!
gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts
Whatcha think all the is for?
All purpose war, got the by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so can devour
The criminals, to drop my decimals
Damn! Niggaz stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things always what it seem
It's the ones that blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and
Betcha Biggie slip
I got the calico with the black talons in the clip
So I can rip through the
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz
my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you 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 fuck around and get
C-4 to ya door no beef no more
Feel the rough,
The more smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I give a fuck about you or your weak crew
you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, I bust my gun an'
Hold on, I hear comin...

Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! wanna 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 right here)
Are you sure this Biggie crib man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it better be his house
right here..
This better be this motherfucker's
(Oh shit!) What, wrong?
(It's red dot on your head man!)
What red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your too!

Ohh shit!