Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

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

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

Can I get real?
(I mean you you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
somebody go and snitch
(Then again, you might fuck around and 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, he's a 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 but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut
Yo name is what? I know you from where? Where?
I mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious

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

How can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the
Before I to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this

Can I possibly get
the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before go snitch
the DEA kick the door of the hinges

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid,
One move I can be destroyed
I avoid the 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 driver, he's a white boy

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

Asking questions suggestions
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on pedestrians
Cookin' crack up, bills stacked up
Hope the cops backup, here they come man

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

Can I get real?
Hurry up, pass the tabs, and syringes
somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA the door off the hinges

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

The cocaine and the hood rats jockin'
The late knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at I fantasize 'bout rappin'
But I gotta dope till it happen
For how

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

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

How can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right the block
Before I to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this

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

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

Twinkle little little star
looks like a police car
Shining on my dope
A raid

I not
little homie hold my gun
I'm fuckin' run
Where I run, I don't

that dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, through the
in to the woods camera
Fly like

I hear, German
Freeze, it right there
dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, court
No support

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