Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

[mariah
this is a
this is a warning, it's a warning
warned you the last time, you once again

[verse 1 murda]
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
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club myself like 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 right now, ooh this my town
i just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm the crown
oh shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 when he first came out, ending careers (yeah)

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

2 50 cent]
e'rything cool 'till i blackout, ooh you get it
run, back'll be my target ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's oowoh when you're
all i do is paper, ooh i gotta get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i just
through bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm tired of 'em kid
i tell the homies to drop 'em, not even the d's could them
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit and watch 'em
me they move, or we got 'em
got gym stars in the chopper
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, clack 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
jizzle why they you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' my shooting list, send a couple warnin' shots (yeah)
mine too bitch, i make a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm paper
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these haters (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas
i'm with wink, loc, and like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the roley like, whose country cousin? (damn)
on the with the game i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, they 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 like who? too many (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh is the remix (what's up)