Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

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

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

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

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid,
One move, I can be destroyed
I the cops, I use a decoy
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, a white boy

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

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

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

Can I possibly get
Pass the tabs the and syringes
Before somebody go
Before the DEA kick the door of the

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

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

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

Asking questions suggestions
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange
Cookin' crack up, dollar bills up
Hope the cops don't backup, they come man

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

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

Maybe I oughta stop sellin'
Spend more time my son and my daughter
But my life drug me away from my wife
She deal with the stress and the strife

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

Hey, who is that, who is that
See you all fuckin' up, I got these
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 pressure 'em?
Get to and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
He stays there

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

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

I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to
Before the cops rape, please give me a
If they accidently kill me and I escape
Pray some white person, gotta tape

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

I not
Little homie hold my gun
I'm fuckin' run
Where I run, I care

Throw dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, the hood
Straight in to the woods
Fly like

I hear, Shepards
Freeze, hold it right
dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, criminal
No support

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