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 this pagin me, and why
It's my nigga Pop from the
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper
Slow love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggaz from the hill up in
That you dice wit, smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga up in Prospect
Nah they're my 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 they heard you blowin up like
And they wanna stick the through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga tell me you gonna do

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

They heard the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates state
They heard about the pounds you got down in
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked
They even about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- 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 by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so can devour
The criminals, tryin to my decimals
Damn! wanna stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that blunts witcha, see your picture
Now wanna grab the guns and come and getcha
Biggie 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 I'ma hit you you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what
Of his jacket - he had a gun he packed 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 beef no nigga
the rough, scandalous
The weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak
What you do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
Hold on, I somebody comin...

Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna 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 over here)
Are you sure this Biggie crib man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it be his motherfuckin house
Fuck here..
This 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 head too!

Ohh shit!