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 give my old soul what asking for
I'm trying to find where angels sing at
X and King at
So listen for the knowledge I back
Cuz cigarette and a deuce bottle
Blue collar, too much we can do, Father
me, I live life so anxiously
Tell me is bout more than sex and buying weed
Maybe, but anyway we, daily
Sip Bailey's, early sex, babies
Scream push I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through this blind and crazy world
I'm just riding along, see where it me
Keep buying cars and until it breaks me
I fold like bread on a sandwich, too damaged
Still I slow down and find a balance

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

Deville]
We spend a lot of long nights trying to make it hot an open flame
Smoking posted on this porch I got this close to fame
the Leroy, but we live forever Wooden Leather
Slum is in my Village like them niggas up in (what up though)
And I'm for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
But I give a fuck yo
Gutter bread, slice it different I got some shit to say
Split the Swisher, pack the hay, it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to country living, givin' it my all dog
Raw till a y'all from here to California
Went back again, traffickin' Raj' "What's Happenin?"
I'm traveling, looking for Kill like I'm Bill ill
In my own right left my soul tight
through a cold night, swervin' on a country road
Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol' some funky Dro
Too much of can make a playa lose control

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

See I love my reefer, my Guinness
And I fit into society, I'm a menace
Slap my balls on your rack like
And turn the up and don't stop till I'm finished
I'm drunk, one shot might get me crunk
Not to mention shorty 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 slow lane, with enough to traffic
Cross the bout forty times a week on the average
Forward and backwards, pack is like a lunch
Ridin' dirty, as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt
What yo ass want, serve it all day
Always keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's all
Too much of anything can make you think all good
Got a automatic Skinny Deville and we all

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