Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Teaspoon! Come here, here, hey, hey, hey look
Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two of yay
Muthafuckaz at mah waitin' right now 'cuz

How can sell?
(You see is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
Before I have to go to
(You gotta hike the ball and make something happen man)

Can I get real?
(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know I'm saying?)
Before somebody go and
(Then again, you might around and make a touch down)

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid,
One move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a
See my motherfuckin' driver, a white boy

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid,
One false move, I can be
To the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a boy

All my life I did nothin' but
to rely on my gut feelin'
Yo name is What? I know you from where? Where?
I don't to seem vicious but you look suspicious

Stop talking 'bout drugs on the
walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
Stop fuckin' up, call me you come
Stop telling these where you got it from

How long can I
The Sheriff right down the block
Before I to go to jail
Pass my so I can swallow this rock

Can I get real?
Pass the tabs the and syringes
Before go snitch
Before the DEA the door of the hinges

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid,
One false I can be destroyed
I the cops I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a boy

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid,
One move, I can be destroyed
I the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, a white boy

As I bail down the street my khakis creased
Everybody looking at me look like the
Havin' conversations with my gang
Do you think, we police surveillance?

Asking questions giving
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange
Cookin' up, dollar bills stacked up
Hope the don't backup, here they come man

How long, runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
The Sheriff department's right the block
Before I to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this

Can I get real?
up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and
Before the DEA kick the door off the

Maybe I oughta stop sellin'
more time with my son and my daughter
But my drug life me away from my wife
She couldn't with the stress and the strife

The cocaine rockin' and the hood jockin'
The night knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at night I 'bout rappin'
But I gotta sell dope till it
For how

Hey, who is that, who is man?
See you all fuckin' up, I got looks
Yo man little rich kids comin' here
That's what I'm now

You know they gonna snitch, can't even lie to their parents
What the you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
Get to crying and shit, Afroman it to me mommy
He stays over

How long can I
The Sheriff departments right down the
Before I to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can this rock

Can I get real?
the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go
the DEA kick the door of the hinges

I'm so paranoid, now God lay me to sleep
the cops rape, please give me a beat
If they kill me and I don't escape
Pray some white person, video tape

Twinkle twinkle little little
That like a police car
Shining on my spot
A raid

I not
Little little homie my gun
I'm gonna run
Where I run, I don't

that dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, through the
in to the woods camera
Fly lepord's

I hear, Shepards
Freeze, hold it right
Drug dealers,
crack, criminal court
No black

Handcuffs very tight, jury all white
They could be my peers, sentence me twenty years
This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record
If I don't sell a mill, this could, happen still
What a