Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang shit

No nice, I'm not
I'm not
But Fantasia without no on
On the mike, I'm an gare site

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
In the of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they
Niggaz think hot but no they 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

Packin' the heat and I'm in these streets
Allow me to touch on y'all a Catholic priest
Westside gritty hood nigga, mud on the glitter pants
On all you Ricky lookin' niggaz

WC baby, I got it down
Got the chopper-chopper that'll yo' ass down
Got the Harley if you niggaz wanna pound
Got the rag '57 with the top

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

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

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

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

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

From the and Starter caps
recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap started at
Yeah, I it and ain't afraid to say it
I'm from where the sun set, my tongue for shit

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

I got to ya, this is California
grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his
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

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

Keep it hood, keep it
Lench Mob is on
Keep it hood, it hood, nigga
Lench Mob is on