Luyện nghe bài hát Warning Remix

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

[verse 1 uncle
me and mariah gettin' money, ooh we gettin'
i ain't playin' i 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
remix remix, ooh i got a hit
in the club feelin' myself ooh i'm the shit
i got on my back, watch 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 just woke up one mornin', like ooh i'm the crown
oh shook, oh they nervous, ooh i got 'em scared
i'm 50 when he first came out, rapper careers (yeah)

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

2 50 cent]
e'rything cool i blackout, ooh you gone get it
run, your back'll be my target ooh i'm hit it
niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they snitchin'
fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it's 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 bumpin' murda, ooh i make 'em sick
a warning, i'm tired 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 niggas pull 'em and pop 'em, click clack now your ass back

[verse 3 young
(lets go. yeah. look)
i said it's snow and uncle murda bitch (murda bitch), me cousin chopper hoe
jizzle why they you that?
i let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
goin' down my shooting list, send a warnin' shots (yeah)
mine too bitch, i make a nigga mornin' (lets go)
i gets money, i gets money, ooh i'm havin'
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 with wink, loc, and brooklyn like, ooh these 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 i'm like, ooh too many fakers
keep blowin' all this purp, they ooh, think we the lakers (yeah)
what's wrong with the streets? i'm like, ooh too many
all around me in the club, i'm who? too many bitches (yeah)
i'm just sayin, why they hatin'? i'm like ooh, they wanna be
snow mizzle, murda i'm like ooh this is the remix (what's up)