Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is hate
Gotta

Da 5'9"]
I'm a walking
I'm so far from soft, I'm probably to the hardest
you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the shit he never starts, sickest artist there was
Nigga found dead in his house, don't 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 nigga, it's funeral time nigga
They die from hits, pride wasted
Cry face, I ain't your suit and your tie
Now look what you us
Look at the witnesses, all of them shakin
And they seen was the back 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, because my gat
And my mouth that *Started the
Lookin me, got a gun on my lap
while I'm drivin, taking the routs *Home*
If headlights is in my rearview
For longer than three lights, and I 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
holding nigga, always sober. Call it paranoia

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

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