Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

1 uncle murda]
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we paper
i ain't i ain't playin, i'll smack the shit outta hater
i'm the streets, i'm the gutter, ooh i'm so
my chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
remix remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself like ooh i'm the
i got on my back, watch 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 up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the crown
oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em
i'm 50 when he first came out, ending 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, back'll be my target ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh start snitchin'
the wrong bitch raw, then 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 through bumpin' murda, ooh i 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm of warning 'em kid
i tell the homies to drop 'em, not even the d's could them
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym stars in the
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 murda bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin hoe
jizzle why they call you
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple warnin' (yeah)
mine too bitch, i make a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin'
man i'm fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (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 them bitches see the roley like, whose 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 with the i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all me in the club, i'm like who? too many bitches (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they i'm like ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh is the remix (what's up)