Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the is this
Callin me at 12:47 in the
While im the fight
Lookin at the phone, there's no name in
ID, knew somthin 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 like he started a family
yo stop playin
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 say them
They schooled me to some bitch that you know back when
Some named Kim
Light skinned, slim, use to a low brim
them to the crib but the lights real dim
They hit me on the chirp warnin me, now I'm you
it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do

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

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

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

*bang bang
open up!!

Oh
That bitch set me up