Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at
In the mornin, crack of an'
Now I'm yawnin, the cold out my eye
See this pagin me, and why
It's my nigga Pop the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate
Of niggaz wanna stick me like neighbor
Slow down love, chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggaz the hill up in Brownsville?
you rolled dice wit, smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga up in Prospect
Nah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't
I didn't say them, they schooled me to niggaz
That you from back when, when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you up like nitro
And they wanna the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga tell me what you do

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

They heard about the Rolex's and the
With the license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in
And they heard you got half of locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular starts ringin
think all the guns is for?
All war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, tryin to 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 witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna the guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the
So I can rip through the
Put the in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what
Of his - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, clips in my pocket
So I can and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya no beef no more nigga
the rough, scandalous
The more weed I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or weak 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 stick me for my
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper

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