Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 murda]
me and gettin' money, ooh we gettin' paper
i ain't playin' i ain't playin, i'll smack the outta hater
i'm the streets, i'm the gutter, ooh i'm so
my main chick 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 up in heaven like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york right now, ooh this my
i just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm the crown
oh they shook, oh nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 when he first came out, rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
e'rything cool i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your back'll be my ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh start snitchin'
fuck the wrong bitch raw, 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 bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm tired of 'em kid
i tell the homies to 'em, not even the d's could stop them
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit and watch 'em
me they move, or we got 'em
got them gym 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 bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin hoe
jizzle why they you that?
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my list, send a couple warnin' shots (yeah)
summers too bitch, i make a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these haters (yeah)
man thought that 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 harlem like, ooh niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the roley like, your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone the game i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, they might ooh, think we the (yeah)
what's wrong with the streets? i'm like, ooh too snitches
all around me in the club, i'm like too many bitches (yeah)
i'm sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm ooh this is the remix (what's up)