Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 uncle
me and gettin' money, ooh we gettin' paper
i ain't i ain't playin, i'll smack the shit outta hater
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 feelin' myself like ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, how i hold it down
i got up in heaven like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york right now, ooh this my
i woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm wearin' the crown
oh they shook, oh nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 when he first came out, rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
e'rything cool 'till i blackout, ooh you get it
run, back'll be my target ooh i'm gone 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
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i shitted
through bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm of warning 'em kid
i tell the homies to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop
bottles and we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit and watch 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym stars in the
my pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now back your ass back

[verse 3 jeezy]
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin hoe
why they call you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, a couple warnin' shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i make a nigga (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin'
man i'm sayin 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 like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas
man them bitches see the roley like, whose your country (damn)
on the phone the game 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 around me in the club, i'm 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 this is the (what's up)