Luyện nghe bài hát Warning

Who the is this
Callin me at in the night
im watchin the fight
Lookin at the phone, no name in site
Blocked ID, knew somthin just wasn't
It's my Kandy from out in Miami
Tellin me that my man some bitch in the Camry
Car seat in the back he started a family
yo stop playin
What the fuck is you

["Kandy"]
Rememba them chicks from the round 96'
we seen when we hit the lick by the projects

Oh you mean Leah, Lil sister
I use to go see her in of the Pizzaria

["Kandy"]
I say them
schooled me to some bitch that you know from back when
Some bitch Kim
skinned, slim, use to rock a low brim
Followed them to the crib but the lights dim
hit me on the chirp warnin me, now I'm warnin you
What's it be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do

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

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

the coroner!!
Its gonna be a lot of black dresses & 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 my green, naw-mean
Got some fat in the kitchen
I got a spot ox
And we oxtails
Got a for whats in the mail
I got watever on my nigga
But if the nigga
I have him sleepin with some whales
Damn! Bitches wanna fuck my man
On the other things ain't always what you plan
the ones up in ya prom pictures, salon with ya
Now they wanna creep in ya man
I bet you won't sleep
Cuz imma put the heat to ya
You bird like tweet
And watch her smoke like a
Shoulda left the bitch a pack of
Leave all them bitches wet
I a fuck about you and bum crew
Mami I'm the truth, salute when I come through
I'm not
Bitch i my gun and -
Hold on, I hear somebody

*bang bang*
police up!!

Oh
That Kandy set me up