Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough Words

Statik
Playing the broken ankles, man
Never sit down, cause stand up

Yo a ticket to the tropics cause I'm through with all the shit
That I'm every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my cause I'm sickened with the image
Abusing marijuana, sipping for the time being
My set is very serious, in fact
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the back
Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the
shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot
If they me take the stand then I'm lying through my teeth though
Ask to swear to God but in I don't believe though
My man Stevie Mo playing for Toledo
Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy a cheeto
on the bed pleasuring my pee pee
Smart crew TCN, lyrical
Drug precise, like a hooker with the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for life
So much to say it's so little and shitty
Killer Queens the borough, New York be the
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a
Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you feel me

I'm moving forward cause gonna be the same
Eyes blurry the smoke, I can't see the lane
heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to
I'd be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm tryna a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

My life is like a movie, Blizzard with the
Hookah house or chilling in the lobby
Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 of Barley
Open up cigars and 'em with a bunch of Marley
Double cut porterhouse from Luger's
Ruger for hand to hand made by the duelers
Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, style is piss mothafucka
Time to flip the mattress, it swift as Cassius
My mind is stronger Mariusz Pudzianows
to see I'm a star straight off the couch
You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the
By the Zangief look-a-like, always cooking right
Spray the vinegar to up a yummy
Smoking got me like the sky is high and sunny
Attachment on the nozzle the iron fire funny
Never stop until my body diving in a of money

I'm moving cause nothing's gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke, I see the lane
heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm looking for a problem so I'm the gat
save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
I'd be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed my shorts

I'm already smoking a gunshot
You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow twat
Many hours, one man standing, one
From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun
Cause I'm one with the Earth, red
Mothafucka I've been since birth, age 9
Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair
Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the way

I'm forward cause nothing's gonna be the same
Eyes from the smoke, I can't see the lane
heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
I'd rather be up in the for the Polo sale
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my
(We never talk there was a when there wasn't enough words to say)