Luyện nghe bài hát No Static

"No static, got an automatic"

Too of anything makes you an addict
Take a nigga back Tobacco Road
I give my old soul what asking for
I'm trying to find where angels sing at
Where X and at
So listen for the knowledge I back
Cuz cigarette pack and a bottle
Blue collar, too much we can do, Father
Taketh me, I live so anxiously
Tell me this is bout more sex and buying weed
Maybe, but anyway we, burn
Sip Bailey's, early sex, unwanted
Scream till I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through blind crippled and crazy world
I'm just riding along, see where it me
Keep cars and rims until it breaks me
I fold bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
Still I gotta slow and find a balance

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

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

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

See I love my reefer, love my
And I don't fit into society, I'm a
Slap my balls on your rack like
And turn the Henny up and don't stop I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me
Not to mention rollin' up 50 blunts
We got Nappy in this
to the bricks
I'm a cowboy, dog
It's to the

We rollin 90 in the lane, with just enough to traffic
Cross the line bout forty times a on the average
Forward and backwards, pack is a sack lunch
dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt
What yo ass want, serve it all day
Always 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 makes you an addict