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 ugly site

Noid, I got niggaz all paranoid
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, it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
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

Westside, the city we ride
The city where niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, a OB
Who G from 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, with another anthem
Hood nigga eatin' cheese fries in a Phantom

Product of them trees, make 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 some D's on that and lay low

'Cause me off the strip loc
like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a joke
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 warn ya, this is
Home grown, get ya blown, blow it back
Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, the 4, 5 cocked
it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz they 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

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

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

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

I got to warn ya, is California
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 back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
Keep it hood, everybody better hold spot
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

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

back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
It's been a while but not that long
Still Westside, dumpin' ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you with 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, bite my tongue for

You know the place that introduced the to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of niggaz bloodin' and crippin'
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 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 hot but no they not, no

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

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