Luyện nghe bài hát Static

to an undertone.
Ears don't hear so clear 'cause I stuck a inside my temple.
My blood escapes outta the hole, your broadcast is white from every one of my channels.
Nothin' but remains, I ain't really changed.
I disconnected and chucked all of my feelin's away.
I'm numb now, call me dumb somehow.
I chose myself as a target to and take all the pain out on.
So I'm the of my own wicked torment.
Spare me with the tears of sorrow, I quite it.
I was meant to belong.
Odd shaped pieces never fit the puzzle of society's built on.
So here I sit a hole in my head, I tried replacin information and I wound up dead.
Nothin' but static remains on my hands and my brains are leakin' out on the as I die screamin in pain.

You dealin with a who aint got nothin to lose type
a motha fucka hang with the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or I got with me.
You dealin with a who could really give a fuck,
type of motha get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no where
I might be or I got with me.

I'm the wrong one to test, laid hoes to rest go against me and i kidnap the second guess me
I'm pushin pause on your life your stopped at a light
I'm sneakin in like a thief in the night to cause murder (nah man dont her)
man you soundin like bitch get a grip to late her slit
the blood drip it forms a puddle by the side of head and now it hit you that
shes dead in a rage you lunge at me but my blade cuts a in your lunge your grabbin at me
but both yall are done I'm the one nobody could ever do something
so to the point where people call it a rumor that never caught me till this day
the spirits still me in my mind is where they hide
I hope nobody'll out I could end it with a slit of my wrist or I could murder
fuckers to help me get with this shit.

You dealin with a who aint got nothin to lose type
a fucka hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better watch your back you better watch me no tellin where
I might be or I got with me.
You dealin a person who could really give a fuck,
type of fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch your back you better me ain't no tellin where
I be or what I got with me.
Man who you with?
I got no conscience fuck the world is how i feel
to be honest walk up in a crown of Gs off hot lead from the barrel of my gun
to the cheek now dead.
blood stains streak where they were standin they body section pick them up
and put in my collection.
don't start static always for more watch your back when its dark and you alone its on

electroshock brain wave hair rise look in a killas static with me
you fantisies rub the wrong way quick reflex eager to jump at fuckin anyone
and put em in i let things get to me now
I'm the one startin the static come easy go problem solved
with automatics breaths takin no need aint necessary
the static bein started doesn't scare me not at all

You with a person who aint got nothin to lose type
a motha fucka have hang himself with the lace his gym shoes.
You better watch your back you better me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got me.
You with a person who could really give a fuck,
type of motha fucka get the and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch your back you better me ain't no tellin where
I might be or I got with me.