Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the hell is
Callin me at 12:47 in the
While im watchin the
Lookin at the phone, no name in site
Blocked ID, knew just wasn't right
It's my Kandy from out in Miami
Tellin me that my man with bitch in the Camry
Car seat in the back like he a family
yo Kand stop
the fuck is you sayin

["Kandy"]
Rememba them chicks the bricks round 96'
we seen when we hit the lick by the projects

Oh you mean Leah, Lil Maria
I use to go see her in of the Pizzaria

["Kandy"]
I didn't say
They schooled me to some that you know from back when
bitch named Kim
Light skinned, slim, use to a low brim
Followed them to the crib but the lights dim
They hit me on the chirp me, now I'm warnin you
it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do

Damn have to send her to her maker,
Damn have to send her to her maker,
Damn imma have to send her to her
(Imma) her to her maker
(Imma) her to her maker

["Kandy"]
They heard about his good
Long erection, complexion
Magnums for
They even heard his tongue game
How the nigga give brain ain't till the cum came
But thats to Hip Hop
I'll pop the top
Like a

the coroner!!
Its gonna be a lot of black dresses & vestes
If i find out he got a misses
What you all the goons is for
2 by the door, a few more out in New
And I feed em curry
I'm all my green, naw-mean
Got some fat in the kitchen
I got a spot ox
And we oxtails
Got a for whats in the mail
I got watever on my bail
But if the nigga
I have him sleepin with some whales
Damn! Bitches wanna with my man
On the other hand things always what you plan
the ones up in ya prom pictures, salon with ya
Now they wanna creep in ya man
I bet you Nicki won't
Cuz imma put the heat to ya
You bird tweet tweet
And her smoke like a ciggarete
Shoulda left the bitch a pack of
Leave all foul bitches wet
I give a fuck about you and bum
Mami I'm the truth, they salute when I through
I'm not
i bust my gun and -
Hold on, I somebody comin

*bang bang
police up!!

Oh
That Kandy set me up