Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 murda]
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we paper
i ain't playin' i ain't playin, i'll the shit outta hater
i'm the streets, i'm the gutter, ooh i'm so
my main chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm woods
remix remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, watch how i it down
i got up in heaven like, ooh he makin' 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, rapper careers (yeah)

[hook - mariah
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, your back'll be my ooh i'm gone hit it
see me with the strap out, ooh they start snitchin'
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's oowoh when pissin'
all i do is blow paper, ooh i 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 tired of 'em kid
i tell the to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop them
bottles and we pop 'em
scheme, we sit there and watch 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got gym stars in the chopper
my niggas 'em and pop 'em, click clack now back your ass back

[verse 3 young
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
jizzle why 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 nigga (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin'
man i'm fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man they thought i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm with wink, loc, and like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
catch me out in like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man bitches see the roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the with the game 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 around me in the club, i'm like who? too many (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the (what's up)