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

[verse 1 uncle
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 main caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
remix remix, ooh i got a hit
in the feelin' myself like ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, watch how i it down
i got biggie up in heaven like, ooh he me proud
i run new york right now, ooh this my
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 came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
e'rything cool 'till i blackout, ooh you get it
run, your back'll be my ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's 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 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
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit and watch 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym in the chopper
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 bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
jizzle why call you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my list, send a couple warnin' shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin'
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these niggas (yeah)
man they thought 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 harlem like, ooh these bloodin'
man them bitches see the like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the 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 too many bitches (yeah)
i'm sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)