Luyện nghe bài hát No Static At All

No at all

Beef not to waste one
'Cause trouble don't feed the drum
so feeble, so play the hoodlum
A humdrum liver in

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

In there, Belvedere in his underwear
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 of a ruckus?
[Incomprehensible] sip slowly on in hand
Not these hands of holdin' clippers
and clip your flat top to ceasar

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

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

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

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

In goes so pop 'til the mornin'
Home to the young, pop still
Wake up you blackhead and the call
Aiyyo, no at all

I on kicks, my DJ tricks
The a.k.a code Richie Rich
(Daddy Rich, you never him on TV?)
Straight no takes, the iron had bridge
on 1210's flippin' the beats

Some nuts, Daddy Rich bust cuts
transform over rhythms on dust
I this rhythm, hold like Mingus
I swing this joint, no static to this

A brew, who [Incomprehensible] gyro
Scabs can't what only the fly knows
Got all in on scheamin'
Scandalous hooks on to what's gleamin'

I'm seemin' vexed in my rhymin'
up shop to chop off the head, next
I put off punks like junk so
away like old drawers in my attic

Or drawers on my legs, figures what I
Snack on Rancher or Orange Pez
Yep, this no collect call
So peace, yo

No at all