Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, is gon' hate
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Da 5'9"]
I'm a walking
I'm so far from soft, I'm close to the hardest
you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the shit he never starts, sickest artist there was
found 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 house shakin
inside nigga, it's 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 them shakin
And alls they 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

[Chorus:
I got my back, because 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 three lights, and I don't know you
I'ma pull over, And I shoot you
You should go around me, and don't at me
after you pass me, 'cause I might blast you nigga *I'm at war*
I'm Paranoid, always on
Always nigga, always sober. Call it paranoia

[LA the
In your bushes, on the side of your
Waitin to smoke you when in from hangin out
Friday night, perfect, I timed it right
I know you at the club 'cause your car is nowhere in
I'm the DC sniper, Mr. Malvo
Strategically when I squeeze the cali-co
You look like a asshole, full of
Niggaz to get hit, when my fo-fo spit
Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black
Black mask, paif of leather gloves for my grip
I need no print, a killer with a plan
Makin sure I get, gunpowder on my hands
All I'ma end it, murder game splended
Leavin all for the fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I make it home
Clean get-away, two through your dome
Is nigga.

- La the Darkman]

[Royce Da 5'9" - spoken
And just how the story goes y'all
Any where I'm from already knows
Funny, my homie 'cause said niggaz bring you a bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna you later
you a fuckin statue or some shit
God bless these streets, God bless these right now
I'ma just be my thing so maybe, you know, I could 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, never