Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoia

it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, is gon' hate
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Da 5'9"]
I'm a walking
I'm so far from soft, I'm probably to the hardest
nigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a
And the he never starts, sickest artist 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 nine out of the and blazin
Is your shakin
who's inside nigga, it's funeral time
They die straight hits, pride wasted
Cry your face, I ain't your suit and tie
Now look you made us
at the witnesses, all of them look shakin
And alls they seen was the back of a green car with the plate
Look at the news, I did it without a hit out own
You homies in chrome, watch that

Royce]
I got my back, because my gat
And my mouth that the War*
Lookin me, got a gun on my lap
while I'm drivin, the back routs *Home*
If your is in my rearview
For longer than three lights, and I don't you
I'ma pull over, And I might 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, always on
Always holding nigga, always sober. it paranoia

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In your bushes, on the of your house
Waitin to smoke you when come in hangin out
Friday night, perfect, I timed it just
I know you at the club 'cause your car is nowhere in
I'm like the DC sniper, Mr.
Strategically when I squeeze the cali-co
You look like a asshole, of shit
Niggaz to get hit, when my fo-fo spit
Black shirt, jeans, black boots, black whip
Black mask, of black leather gloves for my grip
I don't need no print, a killer a plan
Makin sure I dont get, gunpowder on my
All I'ma end it, murder game splended
all crews for the fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I make it home
Clean get-away, two bullets through dome
Is nigga.

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[Royce Da 5'9" - word]
And just how the story goes y'all
Any nigga where I'm already knows
Funny, my homie 'cause said niggaz gon' you a bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then love you later
Think you a fuckin statue or some
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 to me, I'm always on point, never blinded