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 who's this me, and why
It's my Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate
Of niggaz wanna stick me flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, the caper
them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you 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 didn't say them, they schooled me to niggaz
That you knew from back when, when you was clockin figures
Now they heard you up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
I got the mac tell me what you gonna do

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

heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the license plates outta state
They about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower
If my burgular alarm starts
think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the
And I 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, tryin to drop my
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it ain't a dream, things ain't what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't
I got the calico with the black loaded in the clip
So I can rip the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul went
my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on remains
Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda it
Cocked it, extra clips in my
So I can and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no no more nigga
Feel the rough,
The more weed I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa for you?
I'm not gunnin, I bust my gun an'
on, I hear somebody comin...

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

(C'mon nigga) I'm only to pass the gat
(Just bring your ass on, come on)
Are we close, huh?
(It's right here)
Are you sure Biggie Smalls crib man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it better be his house
Fuck here..
better be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit!) What, what's
(It's that red dot on head man!)
What red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your too!

Ohh shit!