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

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

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

Westside, the city where we
The city that niggy put that 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 ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, with another anthem
Hood nigga eatin' cheese fries in a Phantom

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

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

I got to warn ya, this is
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, with the 4, 5
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they
Niggaz they hot but no they not, no

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

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

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

Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that
Dippin' in a stretch eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz ignore me
In a pair of Chuck Taylor's my territory

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
Keep it hood, better hold they spot
think they hot but no they not, no

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

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