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 to find where them angels sing at
Where X and at
So listen for the knowledge I back
Cuz cigarette pack and a bottle
Blue collar, too much we can do, Father
me, I live life so anxiously
Tell me this is more than sex and buying weed
Maybe, but anyway we, burn
Sip Bailey's, sex, unwanted babies
push till I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through this blind and crazy world
I'm just along, see where it takes me
Keep cars and rims until it breaks me
I fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too
Still I gotta slow down and find a

No static, got an
Too of anything makes 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 live forever Wooden
Slum is in my Village like them up in Detroit (what up though)
And I'm going for the gusto, every day is
But I don't give a yo
Gutter bread, slice it different ways I got some to say
Split the Swisher, pack the hay, it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to this country living, it my all dog
Raw till a fall y'all from to California
back again, traffickin' like Raj' "What's Happenin?"
I'm traveling, looking for that like I'm Bill ill
In my own right left without my tight
Roll through a cold night, swervin' on a road
Six of Michelobs, a Ol' with some funky Dro
Too much of anything can make a playa control

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

See I love my reefer, love my
And I don't fit into society, I'm a
Slap my balls on your rack tennis
And turn the Henny up and don't till I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one might get me crunk
Not to mention shorty rollin' up 50
We got in this bitch
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 bout forty times a week on the
Forward and backwards, pack is like a sack
dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt
What yo ass want, Nappy it all day
Always keep a Hog and dog it's all wood
Too of anything can make you think it's all good
Got a automatic Deville and we all should

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