Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

[mariah
is a warning
this is a warning, been a warning
you the last time, warning you once again

[verse 1 uncle
me and gettin' money, ooh we gettin' paper
i ain't playin' i ain't playin, i'll smack the shit outta
i'm the streets, i'm the gutter, ooh i'm so
my main caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
remix remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself ooh i'm the shit
i got on my back, watch how i hold it down
i got biggie up in heaven like, ooh he me proud
i run new york now, ooh this my town
i just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the
oh shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 he first came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

[hook - carey]
this, is a warning (this is a warning)
you one last time, warning you once again

[verse 2 50
e'rything 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your be my target ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they snitchin'
fuck the wrong bitch raw, it's oowoh when you're pissin'
all i do is paper, ooh i gotta get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i just
come bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm of warning 'em kid
i tell the homies to drop 'em, not even the d's stop them
bottles and we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit and watch 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym stars in the
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, click now back your ass back

[verse 3 jeezy]
(lets go. yeah. look)
i it's snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
why they call you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a warnin' shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i make a mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin'
man i'm sayin the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man they thought i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone the game i'm like, ooh too many fakers
blowin' all this purp, they might ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
what's wrong the streets? i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all around me in the club, i'm like too many bitches (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they be this
mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)