Luyện nghe bài hát No Static

"No static, got an automatic"

Too much of anything you an addict
a nigga back down Tobacco Road
I give my old soul what it's for
I'm trying to find where them angels at
X and King at
So for the knowledge I bring back
Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce
Blue collar, aint too we can do, Father
Taketh me, I life so anxiously
Tell me this is bout than sex and buying weed
Maybe, but anyway we, daily
Sip Bailey's, early sex, babies
Scream till I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through this crippled and crazy world
I'm just riding along, see where it me
Keep cars and rims until it breaks me
I like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
Still I gotta down and find a balance

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

[Skinny
We spend a lot of long nights trying to it hot like an open flame
Smoking Jane posted on this I got this close to fame
Without the Leroy, but we live forever Wooden
Slum is in my Village 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, pack the hay, roll it up and hit the
Addicted to country living, givin' it my all dog
Raw till a y'all from here to California
Went back again, traffickin' like "What's Happenin?"
I'm traveling, looking for that Kill I'm Bill ill
In my own left without my soul tight
through a cold night, swervin' on a country road
Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol' some funky Dro
Too much of anything can make a lose control

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

See I love my reefer, love my
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 shot might get me
Not to mention shorty rollin' up 50
We got Nappy in bitch
Sticks to the
I'm a cowboy, dog
It's to the

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

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