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

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

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

2 50 cent]
e'rything 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, back'll be my target ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me the strap out, ooh they start snitchin'
the wrong bitch raw, then it's oowoh when you're pissin'
all i do is blow paper, ooh i get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i shitted
come bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm tired of 'em kid
i tell the homies to '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 in the chopper
my pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now back your ass back

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