Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

1 uncle murda]
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we paper
i playin' i ain't 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 tiger
remix 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 hold it
i got biggie up in like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york right now, ooh this my
i woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the crown
oh shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 when he first came out, ending rapper (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
cool 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your back'll be my target ooh i'm hit it
niggas see me with the out, ooh they start snitchin'
fuck the bitch raw, then it's oowoh when you're pissin'
all i do is blow paper, ooh i get it
to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i just shitted
come through 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
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
me they 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 young
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and uncle bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
why they call you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple warnin' (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i make a mornin' (lets go)
i money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these niggas (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas
i'm wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the with the game i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, they might ooh, we the lakers (yeah)
what's wrong the streets? i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all around me in the club, i'm like who? too 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)