Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at
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 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
them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, smoked the blunts and got wit
Yeah my Fame up in Prospect
Nah my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, they schooled me to niggaz
That you knew from back when, when you was minor figures
Now heard you blowin up like nitro
And they wanna 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! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my

heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in
And heard you got half of Virginia locked down
even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The fifth --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower
If my burgular alarm ringin
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 wanna my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and
Betcha Biggie won't
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the
So I can rip through the
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz
Touch my cheddar, feel my
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 in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya
I around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no nigga
the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more
I don't a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for
I'm not gunnin, I bust my gun an'
Hold on, I hear comin...

Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz 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 comin to 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 fuck - it better be his house
right here..
This better be this motherfucker's
(Oh shit!) What, what's
(It's that red dot on your man!)
What red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on head too!

Ohh shit!