Luyện nghe bài hát No Static

"No static, got an automatic"

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

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

[Skinny
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
Without the Leroy, but we forever Wooden Leather
Slum is in my like them niggas up in Detroit (what up though)
And I'm for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
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
to this country living, givin' it my all dog
Raw till a fall y'all from to California
Went again, traffickin' like Raj' "What's Happenin?"
I'm traveling, looking for that like I'm Bill ill
In my own right without my soul tight
through a cold night, swervin' on a country road
Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol' with some Dro
Too much of anything can make a playa lose

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 on your rack like tennis
And the Henny up and don't stop till I'm finished
I'm drunk, one shot might get me crunk
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 slow lane, just enough to traffic
Cross the line forty times a week on the average
Forward and backwards, pack is a sack lunch
dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt
What yo ass want, Nappy it all day
keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's all wood
Too much of anything can make you think it's all
Got a automatic Deville and we all should

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