Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 uncle
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 chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' 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 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 out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
cool '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'
fuck the wrong 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 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 stop them
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit and watch 'em
me they move, or we got 'em
got them gym stars in the
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now back your ass

[verse 3 jeezy]
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and murda bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
why they call you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my 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 havin'
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these haters (yeah)
man they thought i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these crippin' (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh niggas bloodin'
man them see the roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep all this 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 too many bitches (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)