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 once

1 uncle murda]
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we paper
i ain't playin' i ain't playin, i'll the shit outta hater
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 feelin' myself like ooh i'm the shit
i got brooklyn on my back, watch how i hold it
i got biggie up in like, ooh he makin' me proud
i run new york right now, ooh my town
i just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm the crown
oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em
i'm 50 when he first came out, ending careers (yeah)

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

[verse 2 50
e'rything 'till i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your back'll be my target ooh i'm hit it
see me with the strap out, ooh they start snitchin'
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's oowoh when pissin'
all i do is paper, ooh i gotta get it
back to back, my two ferrari's, ooh i shitted
come through bumpin' murda, ooh i 'em sick
it's a warning, i'm of warning 'em kid
i tell the to drop 'em, not even the d's could stop them
bottles and we pop 'em
scheme, we sit there and watch 'em
trust me move, or we got 'em
got them gym in the chopper
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
jizzle why call you that?
'cause i let the go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a couple shots (yeah)
summers too bitch, i make a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin' paper
man i'm sayin the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
man they thought that i was over, i'm like ooh you niggas
i'm with wink, loc, and 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 the game i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, might ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
what's with the streets? i'm like, ooh too many snitches
all me in the club, i'm like who? too many bitches (yeah)
i'm sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they wanna be this
snow mizzle, uncle murda i'm like ooh this is the (what's up)