Luyện nghe bài hát No Static At All

No at all

not needed to waste one
'Cause trouble don't the bass drum
Some so feeble, so the hoodlum
A humdrum in Bedlam

Bet last buck, you don't laugh to this
Your horse last behind the cactus
Back so strong, you thought a fallacy
The groove will whip and flip it has to be

In there, like Belvedere in his
On the new year, my dear, so it clear
I'm gonna ask do you live small?
Static? Nah troop, at all

Why meddle in the middle of a
[Incomprehensible] sip slowly on in hand
Not hands of mine holdin' clippers
Slip and your flat top to ceasar

Ease ego, I go toe to toe
Throw my like I throw my yo-yo
And ho ho ho, on the mic is life
And a crumb static ain't my sport

Swing to this, Serch swings to
Much as you noticed, they always hats
and loops produced by Prince Paul
Slaps ya skull, no at all

Static in but it don't cling
To a fat rope Gucci link or an earring
Hand now for
But the hand is to get skins

Skim the cream but it seems you rise
For some who lives more, now life size
All are lepers in my
Groups and troops get friends and bring them

In props so pop 'til the mornin'
to the young, pop still snorin'
Wake up you blackhead and heed the
Aiyyo, no at all

I flip on kicks, my DJ
The a.k.a name Richie Rich
(Daddy Rich, you never him on TV?)
no takes, the iron had East bridge
full on flippin' the beats

Some bust nuts, Daddy bust cuts
Such transform over rhythms on
I rush this rhythm, like Mingus
I swing this joint, no static to sting

A bitch's brew, who gyro
Scabs can't craft only the fly knows
Got skins all in on
hooks grab on to what's gleamin'

I'm seemin' vexed in my texts
Opened up shop to off the head, next
I put off punks like so sporadic
away like old drawers in my attic

Or drawers on my legs, what I says
Snack on Rancher or Orange Pez
Yep, this ain't no call
So peace, yo

No at all