Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at
In the mornin, of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin, wipe the out my eye
See this pagin me, and why
my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz stick me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, chill, drop the caper
them 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 nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, schooled me to some niggaz
That you knew from back when, when you was clockin figures
Now they heard you blowin up nitro
And they wanna stick the through your windpipe slow
So, Fame for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga tell me you gonna do

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

heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates state
They heard about the you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of locked down
They even heard about the crib you your moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of singin, and flower bringin
If my alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the is for?
All purpose war, got the by the door
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 always it seem
the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and
Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the
Put the in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my
Fuck what I'ma hit you you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, on what remains
Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda it
it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more
the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or weak crew
What you gonna do when Big comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
Hold on, I hear comin...

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

(C'mon nigga) I'm only comin to the gat
(Just bring motherfuckin ass on, come on)
Are we close, huh?
(It's over here)
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls 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 your too!

Ohh shit!