Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

[mariah
is a warning
this is a warning, been a warning
warned you the last time, warning you once

1 uncle murda]
me and gettin' money, ooh we gettin' 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 chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself like ooh i'm the
i got brooklyn on my back, how i hold it down
i got biggie up in like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york right now, ooh my town
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 out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

[hook - carey]
this, this is a (this is a warning)
warned you one time, warning you once 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 snitchin'
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's 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
it's a warning, i'm tired of 'em kid
i the homies to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop them
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym in the chopper
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now 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?
i let the chopper 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 fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man they that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas (haha)
catch me out in like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the i'm like, ooh too many fakers
blowin' all this purp, they might ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
what's wrong the streets? 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 hatin'? i'm like ooh, wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh is the remix (what's up)