Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

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

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

Can I possibly get
(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know I'm saying?)
somebody go and snitch
(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 driver, he's a white boy

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

All my I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to on my gut feelin'
Yo name is what? What? I know you where? Where?
I don't mean to seem but you look suspicious

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

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

Can I possibly get
Pass the the turnakit and syringes
somebody go snitch
Before the DEA the door of the hinges

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

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

questions giving suggestions
Pulling Smith an' on strange pedestrians
Cookin' crack up, dollar bills up
Hope the cops backup, here they come man

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

Can I possibly get
Hurry up, the tabs, turnakit and syringes
somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the off the hinges

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

The rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
The late night knockin' the drive way
Late at night I fantasize rappin'
But I sell dope till it happen
For how

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

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

How can I sell?
The Sheriff right down the block
I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow 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 down to
Before the cops rape, please me a beat
If accidently kill me and I don't escape
Pray some person, gotta video tape

twinkle little little star
That looks a police car
on my dope spot
A raid

I not
little homie hold my gun
I'm gonna run
I run, I don't care

Throw dope, anywhere
Cops me, through the hood
Straight in to the woods
Fly lepord's

I hear, Shepards
Freeze, hold it there
dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, criminal
No black

Handcuffs very tight, Baptist all white
could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
This rap so damn real, I'm I gotta record deal
If I don't sell a mill, this could, could still
a predicament