Luyện nghe bài hát No Static

"No static, got an automatic"

Too much of anything makes you an
Take a nigga back down Tobacco
I my old soul what it's asking for
I'm to find where them angels sing at
X and King at
So for the knowledge I bring back
Cuz cigarette and a deuce bottle
Blue collar, aint too we can do, Father
Taketh me, I live life so
Tell me this is bout more than sex and weed
Maybe, but anyway we, daily
Sip Bailey's, sex, unwanted babies
Scream till I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through this blind crippled and world
I'm riding along, see where it takes me
buying cars and rims until it breaks me
I fold like on a loose sandwich, too damaged
Still I gotta slow down and a balance

No static, got an
Too much of makes you an addict

[Skinny
We spend a lot of long nights trying to make it hot an open flame
Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got close to fame
Without the Leroy, but we live forever Leather
Slum is in my Village like niggas up in Detroit (what up though)
And I'm going for the gusto, every day is
But I don't a fuck yo
Gutter bread, it different ways I got some shit to say
Split the Swisher, the hay, roll it up and hit the bitch
to this country living, givin' it my all dog
Raw till a fall from here to California
Went back again, like Raj' "What's Happenin?"
I'm traveling, looking for Kill like I'm Bill ill
In my own left without my soul tight
Roll through a night, swervin' on a country road
Six of Michelobs, a Ol' with some funky Dro
Too of anything can make a playa lose control

No static, got an
Too much of anything you an addict

See I love my reefer, my Guinness
And I fit into society, I'm a menace
my balls on your rack like tennis
And turn the Henny up and stop till I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one might get me crunk
Not to mention shorty rollin' up 50
We got Nappy in this
Sticks to the
I'm a cowboy, dog
to the fence

We rollin 90 in the slow lane, with enough to traffic
Cross the bout forty times a week on the average
Forward and backwards, is like a sack lunch
dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt
What yo ass want, serve it all day
keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's all wood
Too much of anything can make you think all good
Got a automatic Skinny and we all should

No static, got an
Too much of anything you an addict