Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm a target
I'm so far soft, I'm probably close to the hardest
you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the he never starts, sickest artist there ever was
Nigga found in his house, don't know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me, die at the pavement
I'm a nine out of the window and blazin
Is your shakin
who's nigga, it's funeral time nigga
They die straight hits, pride wasted
Cry your face, I your suit and your tie
Now look you made us
Look at the witnesses, all of look shakin
And alls they seen was the of a green car with the plate flipped
Look at the news, I did it puttin a hit out own
You in chrome, watch that nigga

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I got my back, it's 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 headlights is in my rearview
For longer three lights, and I don't know you
I'ma over, And I might shoot you
You go around me, and don't look at me
'Till after you pass me, 'cause I might blast you nigga at war*
I'm Paranoid, on point
holding nigga, always sober. Call it paranoia

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

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Da 5'9" - spoken word]
And that's just how the goes y'all
Any nigga I'm from already knows
Funny, my homie 'cause niggaz gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna you later
Think you a statue or some shit
God bless these streets, God bless these streets now
I'ma just be my thing so maybe, you know, I could 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