Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang shit

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

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

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

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
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

Westside, the where we ride
The where that niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, 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 ignorant ass nigga, motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese in a Phantom

Product of them palm trees, make lungs bleed
The Coast me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga
Without me on the list the is like 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 shit's a
Who made it for y'all to walk and took it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, 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, it's like the
In the of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

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

Packin' the heat and I'm back in these
Allow me to touch on y'all a Catholic priest
Westside hood nigga, kickin' 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 the top down

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

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

W Sizzle, WC, it's 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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