Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 murda]
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 caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, how i hold it down
i got biggie up in heaven like, ooh he makin' me
i run new york right now, ooh my town
i just woke up one mornin', ooh i'm wearin' the crown
oh shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 when he came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
cool 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, back'll be my target ooh i'm gone hit it
niggas see me with the out, ooh they start snitchin'
fuck the bitch raw, then it's oowoh when you're pissin'
all i do is paper, ooh i gotta 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 homies to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop
and bottles we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym stars in the
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now back 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 call you
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i make a nigga (lets go)
i money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you trippin'
i'm wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin'
man them bitches see the like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
on the phone with the game i'm like, ooh too fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, they might ooh, think we the (yeah)
what's 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, wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)