Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

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

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

They heard about the and the Lexus
With the license plates outta state
They heard the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your out in Florida
The corridor --
-- the coroner!
There's be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular starts ringin
think all the guns is for?
All war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can
The criminals, to drop my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it ain't a dream, things ain't what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your
Now they grab the guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't
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 you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, on what remains
Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda it
Cocked it, extra clips in my
So I can reload and on ya rasshole
I fuck around and get
C-4 to ya door no beef no nigga
the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for
I'm not gunnin, I bust my gun an'
Hold on, I somebody comin...

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

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

Ohh shit!