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 who's pagin me, and why
It's my nigga Pop from the
me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, the caper
Remember niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, the blunts and got nice wit
my nigga Fame up in Prospect
Nah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't
I say them, they schooled 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 your windpipe
So, thank for warnin me cause now I'm warnin 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 heard about the Rolex's and the
With the Texas license plates state
They heard about the pounds you got down in
And they you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought moms out in Florida
The fifth --
-- the coroner!
There's be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can
The criminals, tryin to drop my
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always it seem
It's the that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie slip
I got the with 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
Touch my cheddar, feel my
Fuck I'ma 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 in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya
I fuck and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no nigga
Feel the rough,
The more weed I puff, the more dangerous
I give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
Hold on, I hear comin...

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

(C'mon nigga) I'm only to pass the gat
(Just bring your motherfuckin ass on, on)
Are we close, huh?
(It's right here)
Are you sure Biggie Smalls crib 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!)
What red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your too!

Ohh shit!