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 ugly gare

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

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it
Central 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 hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

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

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

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

I got to warn ya, 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
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 these niggaz all
Boy, Lench Mob is on

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

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

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

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, 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

Damn, c'mon, back to the streets 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 squeeze it
Play for with it, put you under the white sheet with it

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

the T-shirts 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 from where the sun set, my tongue for shit

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

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

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

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