Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 uncle
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we 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 chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, how i hold it down
i got biggie up in heaven like, ooh he makin' me
i run new york 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 rapper (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
e'rything cool 'till i blackout, ooh you 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
to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i just shitted
come through murda, ooh i make 'em sick
a warning, i'm tired of warning 'em kid
i tell the homies to drop 'em, not 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 them gym stars in the
my pull '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 bitch (murda bitch), call me chopper hoe
jizzle why they you that?
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i make a mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm paper
man i'm sayin the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man they that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the roley like, whose your cousin? (damn)
on the phone the game i'm like, ooh too many fakers
blowin' 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 hatin'? i'm like ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, murda i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)