Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang shit

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

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

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

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 they hot but no 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 that G 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 nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a

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

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

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

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, 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

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

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

Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that
Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' 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 ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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