Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang that

No nice, I'm not
I'm not
But Fantasia no makeup on
On the mike, I'm an ugly site

Noid, I got niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these all paranoid
Boy, Mob is on point

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they
think they hot but no they not, no

Westside, the where we ride
The city where that niggy put green up in the sky
Off Al Green, sippin' a OB
Who G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B?

a 'chanical, back for the cash loc
It's that ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with anthem
Hood eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom

Product of them palm trees, make lungs bleed
The without me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga
Without me on the the West is like a Chevy on stock rims
Better throw some D's on that and lay low

erasin' me off the strip loc
It's like Ray J or Whitney, shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk and took it
Somebody me my locs, punk bitch, what you lookin' at?

I got to warn ya, this is
grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

Noid, I got these all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on

Packin' the heat and I'm back in these
Allow me to on y'all like a Catholic priest
Westside hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Pretty lookin' niggaz

WC baby, I got it down
Got the that'll knock yo' ass down
Got the Harley if you niggaz wanna ground
Got the rag '57 the top down

Follow me, and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside
Dippin' in a stretch eatin' Church's fried chicken
With big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't ignore me
In a of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory

I got to warn ya, this is
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody hold they spot
Niggaz they hot but no they not, no

Damn, c'mon, back to the with it
Grip the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, squeeze with it
Play for keeps with it, put you the white sheet with it

It's back on, Lench in a big brawn
It's been a while but nigga not long
Still Westside, chronic ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz with gay ass dances

From the T-shirts and Starter
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap at
Yeah, I said it and ain't to say it
I'm from where the sun set, bite my for shit

You know the place introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of town niggaz bloodin' and
The where we gun slang
The same place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin'

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

Noid, I got these all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Mob is on point

Keep it hood, it hood
Mob is on point
Keep it hood, it hood, nigga
Mob is on point