Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. day, niggaz is gon' 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, been thug, never had a problem
And the he never starts, sickest artist there ever was
found dead in his house, don't know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the
I'm wavin a out of the window and blazin
Is your shakin
who's inside nigga, it's funeral time
They die from hits, pride wasted
Cry your face, I ain't your suit and tie
Now look you made us
at the witnesses, all of them look shakin
And alls seen was the back of a green car with the plate flipped
Look at the news, I did it without a hit out own
You homies in chrome, watch that

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

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

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