Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 murda]
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 chick caught me cheatin', ooh i'm tiger woods
after remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself like ooh i'm the
i got brooklyn on my back, watch how i it down
i got biggie up in heaven like, ooh he me proud
i run new right 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 came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
e'rything '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 strap out, ooh they snitchin'
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
come through bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em
it's a warning, i'm of warning 'em kid
i tell the homies to drop 'em, not even the d's could them
bottles and we pop 'em
they scheme, we sit there and 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym in the chopper
my niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now your ass back

[verse 3 jeezy]
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), call me cousin chopper hoe
jizzle why call you that?
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' my shooting list, send a couple warnin' shots (yeah)
summers mine too bitch, i make a nigga (lets go)
i gets money, i money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm sayin fuck the plan, ooh these niggas (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm ooh you niggas trippin'
i'm wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these niggas crippin' (haha)
catch me out in harlem like, ooh these niggas
man them bitches see the roley like, whose country cousin? (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)
wrong with the streets? i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all around me in the club, i'm like too many bitches (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they be this
mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)