Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

1 uncle murda]
me and mariah money, ooh we gettin' paper
i playin' 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 ooh i'm the shit
i got on my back, watch how i hold it down
i got biggie up in like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york now, ooh this my town
i just woke up one mornin', 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 rapper (yeah)

[hook - mariah
this, this is a (this is a warning)
warned you one last time, warning you again

2 50 cent]
e'rything cool 'till i blackout, ooh you get it
run, your back'll be my target ooh i'm 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 blow paper, ooh i get it
to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i just shitted
come through bumpin' murda, ooh i 'em sick
a warning, i'm tired of warning 'em kid
i tell the to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop them
bottles and we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
me they 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 young
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
jizzle why they you that?
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple warnin' (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm sayin the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these crippin' (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh niggas bloodin'
man them see the roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, might ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
wrong with the streets? i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all around me in the club, i'm like who? too many (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they wanna be
mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)