Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, is gon' hate
Gotta

Da 5'9"]
I'm a target
I'm so far from soft, I'm probably close to the
nigga you ever saw, been never thug, had a problem
And the shit he never starts, 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 wavin a nine out of the and blazin
Is house shakin
who's inside nigga, funeral time nigga
They die from straight hits, pride
Cry your face, I ain't suit and your tie
Now look you made us
Look at the witnesses, all of them shakin
And alls they seen was the back of a car with the plate flipped
at the news, I did it without puttin a hit out own
You homies in chrome, that nigga

Royce]
I got my back, because my gat
And my mouth that *Started the
around me, got a gun on my lap
while I'm drivin, taking the routs *Home*
If your headlights is in my
For longer than 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
after you pass 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 your
Waitin to you when come in from hangin out
Friday night, perfect, I timed it just
I know you at the club 'cause your car is nowhere in
I'm the DC sniper, Mr. Malvo
Strategically precise I squeeze the cali-co
You look a asshole, full of shit
Niggaz sure to get hit, when my spit
Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, whip
Black mask, paif of leather gloves for my grip
I need no print, a killer with a plan
sure I dont 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 bullets through your
Is nigga.

- La the Darkman]

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