Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 murda]
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 main chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, watch how i hold it
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 wearin' the
oh shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 he first came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

[hook - mariah
this, is a warning (this is a warning)
you one last time, warning you once 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 with the strap out, ooh they start
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 bumpin' 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
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym stars in the
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now your ass back

[verse 3 young
(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 shooting list, send a warnin' shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i make a nigga (lets go)
i gets money, i 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 with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh niggas crippin' (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas
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, they 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 who? too bitches (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they be this
mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)