Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

[mariah
is a warning
this is a warning, it's been a
warned you the 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 outta hater
i'm the streets, i'm the gutter, ooh i'm so
my main chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm woods
after 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 up in heaven like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york right now, ooh this my
i woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the crown
oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em
i'm 50 when he first came out, ending careers (yeah)

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

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

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