Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 murda]
me and mariah 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 caught me cheatin', ooh i'm woods
after 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 it down
i got biggie up in heaven like, ooh he me proud
i run new york right now, ooh this my
i just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the
oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em
i'm 50 when he came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
cool 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your be my target ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me the strap out, ooh they start snitchin'
fuck the wrong raw, then 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 through 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 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 '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 (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
jizzle why they you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple 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 sayin fuck the plan, ooh niggas haters (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas
i'm with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh niggas bloodin'
man bitches see the roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the game i'm like, ooh too fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, might ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
what's wrong with the i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all around me in the club, i'm like who? too many (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they i'm like ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm ooh this is the remix (what's up)