Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the hell is
Callin me at in the night
im watchin the fight
Lookin at the phone, there's no name in
Blocked ID, knew somthin just wasn't
It's my girl Kandy out in Miami
Tellin me that my man with some bitch in the
Car in the back like he started a family
yo Kand playin
What the is you sayin

["Kandy"]
Rememba them chicks from the round 96'
That we when we hit the lick by the projects

Oh you mean Leah, Lil sister
I use to go see her in front of the

["Kandy"]
I didn't say
They schooled me to some bitch that you know from back
Some bitch Kim
Light skinned, slim, use to a low brim
Followed them to the but the lights real dim
They hit me on the chirp warnin me, now I'm you
What's it gonna be Nicki, tell me you wanna do

Damn have to send her to her maker,
Damn imma have to her to her maker,
Damn have to send her to her maker
(Imma) her to her maker
(Imma) her to her maker

["Kandy"]
heard about his good sexin
Long erection, complexion
Magnums for
even heard about his tongue game
How the nigga give brain ain't stop the cum came
But word to Hip Hop
pop the bitch top
Like a

the coroner!!
Its gonna be a lot of black & chest vestes
If i find out he got a misses
What you think all the is for
2 by the door, a few out in New York
And I em curry chicken
I'm all my green, naw-mean
Got some fat bitches in the
I got a like ox
And we cook
Got a scale for whats in the
I got watever on my bail
But if the nigga
I have him sleepin some killer whales
Damn! Bitches fuck with my man
On the other hand things ain't always you plan
the ones up in ya prom pictures, salon with ya
Now wanna creep in ya man Jeep
I bet you won't sleep
Cuz put the heat to ya beak
You bird like tweet
And watch her like a ciggarete
Shoulda left the bitch a of nicorette
all them foul bitches wet
I give a about you and bum crew
Mami I'm the truth, they salute when I come
I'm not
i bust my gun and -
Hold on, I somebody comin

*bang bang*
open up!!

Oh
bitch Kandy set me up