Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 uncle
me and mariah money, ooh we gettin' paper
i ain't playin' i ain't playin, i'll smack the shit outta
i'm the streets, i'm the gutter, ooh i'm so
my main chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm woods
remix remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, watch how i it down
i got up in heaven 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 came out, ending 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 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your back'll be my target ooh i'm hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's oowoh when pissin'
all i do is blow paper, ooh i get it
to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i just shitted
come through murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm of warning 'em kid
i tell the homies to 'em, not even 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, click clack now back your ass

[verse 3 young
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), call me chopper hoe
jizzle why they call you
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, a couple warnin' shots (yeah)
mine too bitch, i make a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm paper
man i'm fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas
i'm with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas (haha)
me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the roley like, whose 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 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 i'm like ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh is the remix (what's up)