Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is gon'
move

Da 5'9"]
I'm a walking
I'm so far soft, I'm probably close to the hardest
nigga you ever saw, never thug, never had a problem
And the shit he starts, sickest 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 shakin
who's inside nigga, funeral time nigga
They die straight hits, pride wasted
Cry your face, I ain't your and your tie
Now look what you us
Look at the witnesses, all of look shakin
And alls they seen was the back of a green car with the plate
Look at the news, I did it puttin a hit out own
You homies in chrome, watch nigga

Royce]
I got my back, because my gat
And my mouth that the War*
Lookin me, got a gun on my lap
I'm drivin, taking 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 shoot you
You should go me, and don't look at me
'Till after you pass me, 'cause I might blast you nigga at war*
I'm Paranoid, always on
Always holding nigga, always sober. it paranoia

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

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[Royce Da 5'9" - word]
And that's just how the goes y'all
Any nigga where I'm from knows
Funny, my homie 'cause said niggaz gon' bring you a bowl of when you sick
But if you die, then love you later
Think you a fuckin statue or some
God bless these streets, God these streets right now
I'ma just be doing my thing so maybe, you know, I show you how
Don't come lookin for trouble, 'cause you might find it
stand too close to me, I'm always on point, never blinded