Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is hate
move

Da 5'9"]
I'm a walking
I'm so far from soft, I'm probably to the hardest
nigga you ever saw, been never thug, had a problem
And the shit he never starts, artist there ever was
Nigga dead in his house, don't know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me, die at the pavement
I'm wavin a nine out of the and blazin
Is your house
who's inside nigga, funeral time nigga
They die from straight hits, wasted
Cry your face, I ain't suit and your tie
Now what you made us
at the witnesses, all of them look shakin
And alls they seen was the back of a green car with the flipped
Look at the news, I did it without a hit out own
You homies in chrome, watch nigga

Royce]
I got my back, it's my gat
And my that *Started the War*
around me, got a gun on my lap
while I'm drivin, the back routs *Home*
If your headlights is in my
For longer than three lights, and I don't you
I'ma pull over, And I might you
You should go me, and don't look at me
'Till after you pass me, 'cause I blast you nigga *I'm at war*
I'm Paranoid, on point
Always holding nigga, always sober. it paranoia

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In your bushes, on the side of your
Waitin to you when come in from hangin out
night, perfect, I timed it just right
I know you at the 'cause your car is nowhere in sight
I'm like the DC sniper, Mr.
Strategically when I squeeze the cali-co
You look like a asshole, of shit
Niggaz to get hit, when my fo-fo spit
Black shirt, jeans, black boots, black whip
mask, paif of black leather gloves for my grip
I don't no print, a killer with a plan
Makin sure I dont get, gunpowder on my
All I'ma end it, murder game splended
Leavin all crews for the in forensics
I got, two dependants, I gotta it home
Clean get-away, two bullets your dome
Is nigga.

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[Royce Da 5'9" - spoken
And that's just how the story goes
Any where I'm from already knows
Funny, my 'cause said niggaz gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna you later
Think you a fuckin statue or some
God bless these streets, God bless these streets now
I'ma just be doing my thing so maybe, you know, I show you how
come lookin for trouble, 'cause you just might find it
Don't stand too close to me, I'm always on point, blinded