Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm a target
I'm so far from soft, I'm probably to the hardest
nigga you saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the shit he never starts, sickest there ever was
Nigga found dead in his house, know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me, die at the pavement
I'm wavin a out of the window and blazin
Is your house
who's inside nigga, funeral time nigga
They die from hits, pride wasted
Cry face, I ain't your suit and your tie
Now what you made us
Look at the witnesses, all of them look
And they seen 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, it's my gat
And my mouth that the War*
around me, got a gun on my lap
while I'm drivin, taking the back routs
If your is in my rearview
For longer than three lights, and I don't you
pull over, And I might shoot you
You should go around me, and don't at me
'Till 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 house
Waitin to smoke you when come in hangin out
Friday night, perfect, I timed it just
I know you at the club 'cause car is nowhere in sight
I'm the DC sniper, Mr. Malvo
Strategically precise when I the cali-co
You look like a asshole, of shit
Niggaz sure to get hit, when my fo-fo
shirt, black jeans, black boots, black whip
Black mask, paif of leather gloves 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 splended
all crews for the fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I make it home
get-away, two bullets through your dome
Is nigga.

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[Royce Da 5'9" - spoken
And that's just how the story y'all
Any where I'm from already knows
Funny, my homie 'cause said niggaz gon' 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 bless these streets now
just be doing my thing so maybe, you know, I could show you how
Don't come lookin for trouble, 'cause you just might it
Don't stand too close to me, I'm always on point, blinded