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 gettin'
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 main caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club myself like ooh i'm the shit
i got on my back, watch how i hold it down
i got up in heaven like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york now, ooh this my town
i just 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, 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 back'll be my target ooh i'm hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh start snitchin'
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's oowoh when you're
all i do is blow paper, ooh i get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i just
come through 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
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, clack now back your ass back

[verse 3 jeezy]
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), call me chopper hoe
jizzle why 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 mornin' (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 trippin'
i'm with wink, loc, and like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man bitches see the roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone the game 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 who? too bitches (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the (what's up)