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
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggaz from the hill up in
That you rolled dice wit, the blunts 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
you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up nitro
And they stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me cause now I'm you
I got the mac nigga tell me what you do

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

They heard about the Rolex's and the
the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in
And they heard you got half of 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 war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, to drop my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your
Now they wanna grab the and come and getcha
Betcha won't slip
I got the calico with the black loaded in the clip
So I can rip the ligaments
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
it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya
I around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more
the rough, scandalous
The more smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
Hold on, I hear comin...

Damn! wanna 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

(C'mon nigga) I'm only comin to the gat
(Just bring your motherfuckin ass on, on)
Are we gettin close,
(It's right here)
Are you sure Biggie Smalls crib man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh - it better be his motherfuckin house
Fuck 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!