Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 murda]
me and mariah money, ooh we gettin' paper
i ain't playin' i ain't playin, 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 feelin' myself like 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 me proud
i run new york now, ooh this my town
i just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the
oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em
i'm 50 when he first out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

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

2 50 cent]
e'rything cool i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, back'll be my target ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start
fuck the wrong bitch raw, it's oowoh when you're pissin'
all i do is blow paper, ooh i get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i shitted
come through bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em
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 '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 call you that?
i let the chopper 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 gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin'
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these haters (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you trippin'
i'm with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these crippin' (haha)
me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the roley like, whose your cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the game i'm like, ooh too many
keep blowin' all this purp, they ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
what's wrong with the streets? i'm like, ooh too snitches
all me in the club, i'm like who? 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)