Luyện nghe bài hát No Static

"No static, got an automatic"

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

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

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

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

See I my reefer, love my Guinness
And I don't fit society, I'm a menace
Slap my balls on 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 up 50 blunts
We got in this bitch
to the bricks
I'm a cowboy, dog
It's to the

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

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