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 probably close to the
nigga you saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the shit he never starts, sickest artist there was
Nigga dead in his house, don't know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the
I'm wavin a nine out of the window and
Is your shakin
who's inside nigga, it's funeral nigga
die from straight hits, pride wasted
Cry your face, I ain't your suit and tie
Now look what you us
Look at the witnesses, all of look shakin
And alls they seen was the back of a car with the plate flipped
Look at the news, I did it without a hit out own
You homies in chrome, that nigga

[Chorus:
I got my back, it's my gat
And my mouth that the War*
around me, got a gun on my lap
while I'm drivin, taking the routs *Home*
If headlights is in my rearview
For longer three lights, and I don't know you
I'ma over, And I might shoot you
You should go me, and don't look at me
'Till after you pass me, I might blast you nigga *I'm at war*
I'm Paranoid, on point
Always holding nigga, always sober. Call it

[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 just
I know you at the club your car is nowhere in sight
I'm like the DC sniper, Mr.
Strategically precise I squeeze the cali-co
You like a asshole, full of shit
Niggaz sure to get hit, my fo-fo spit
Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, whip
Black mask, paif of black leather for my grip
I don't no print, a killer with a plan
Makin sure I get, gunpowder on my hands
All drama I'ma end it, murder game
Leavin all for the fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I gotta it home
Clean get-away, two bullets your dome
Is nigga.

- La the Darkman]

[Royce Da 5'9" - word]
And that's how the story goes y'all
Any nigga where I'm from knows
Funny, my homie 'cause said niggaz gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you
But if you die, gonna love you later
Think you a statue or some shit
God bless these streets, God 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, you just might find it
Don't stand too close to me, I'm always on point, blinded