Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the is this? Pagin me at 5:46
In the mornin, crack of an'
Now I'm yawnin, wipe the out my eye
See who's pagin me, and why
It's my nigga Pop from the
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the plot
Of wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my Fame up in Prospect
Nah my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
I say them, they schooled me to some niggaz
That you knew from back when, when you was clockin figures
Now they heard you blowin up nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me cause now I'm you
I got the mac nigga tell me what you do

Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper

They about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked
They even heard about the you bought your moms out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm ringin
think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so can devour
The criminals, tryin to drop my
Damn! Niggaz stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things always what it seem
It's the that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna the guns and come and getcha
Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the
So I can rip the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what
Of his jacket - he had a gun he packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my
So I can and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more
Feel the rough,
The more weed smoke I puff, the dangerous
I don't give a about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for
I'm not gunnin, I bust my gun an'
on, I hear somebody comin...

Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper

(C'mon nigga) I'm only to pass the gat
(Just bring motherfuckin ass on, come on)
Are we close, huh?
(It's over here)
Are you this Biggie Smalls crib man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it be his motherfuckin house
Fuck here..
This be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit!) What, what's
(It's that red dot on your man!)
What red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your too!

Ohh shit!