Luyện nghe bài hát No Static At All

No at all

not needed to waste one
'Cause trouble don't the bass drum
Some so feeble, so the hoodlum
A liver in Bedlam

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

In there, like Belvedere in his
On the new year, my dear, so make it
I'm gonna ask do you live small?
Nah troop, none at all

Why in the middle of a ruckus?
[Incomprehensible] sip slowly on in hand
Not these hands of mine holdin'
Slip and clip 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, swings to that
Much as you noticed, they always wear
Boots and loops produced by Paul
ya skull, no static at all

Static mixed in but it cling
To a fat rope dope Gucci or an earring
now gropin' for
But the hand is used to get

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

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

I on kicks, my DJ tricks
The a.k.a name Richie Rich
(Daddy Rich, you watch him on TV?)
Straight no takes, the iron had bridge
on 1210's flippin' the beats

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

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

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

Or drawers on my legs, what I says
Snack on Jolly Rancher or Pez
Yep, this ain't no collect
So peace, yo

No at all