Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm a target
I'm so far from soft, I'm 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 window and
Is your house
who's inside nigga, it's funeral time
die from 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 them look
And alls they seen was the back of a green car with the flipped
Look at the news, I did it puttin a hit out own
You homies in chrome, that nigga

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

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

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