Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Hand Smoke

Free your
I represent the East side, no
Fuck the
We tell you to the deceased at least
A grown man you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my
What the bitch, chuck bitch
Why you talkin
duck bitch.
Before your get hit.
This shit is Twiztid than that Old French braid.
Stickier than jam and jelly phased, it
else real talkin bout something.
What you thought you bitch,
Can it, your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner abrasions.
Part of the of Mind State.
in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake.
Mama think I'm a on play serial killa
Fruitloop biting my mind like
We survive catipillas in cocoons and caskets
Stretch the industry elastic
So fantastic, the Newport cigarette that I smoke.
Hit the till I choke
I brag and I about nothin
Death, dying, and fuckin
So understand that he's something.
Never be I'm underground with the dirt and grime
Smashin be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time like a
Leavin you hangin in the
Standin in some comfortable shifts Chuck Norris
Check the
hand smoke when you breath.
Remember what I you always believe.
You relieve on the Monoxide and wild.
Travel the world on nine screaming loud.

your mind
Breath it in second hand
your mind
Breath it in second smoke

You phony wanna shut me down
Pullin on the microphones.
Hatin on the individual Mr.Bones
Hope your speaker's ohms or they dead blown
If they aren't this motherfucka up and mash on
As we blast off bitch ass at fast rates
Growin at a fast pace my heart race.
death in the face and I don't even shudder.
If my starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch
I'm out my
weed, fame and wealth
So take your and dreams,
And put that back on the shelf
we rollin in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, grade motors and
Takin curbs with ease, trees, lookin Chinese
Hopin that the cops ain't me.
Tryin to the glass house
Nigga pass the blunt before you out
Cause now it's on, hubcaps
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard the shit and the is all wack
Plannin the attack, we move when it's dark at night
the rumors, cause they probably all right.
Outta sight like weapons and drug trades
Barricading door for the raid
And in the is a sawed off double-barreled pump
Lookin for mothafuckas who jump.
Cause I got 13 bullets in my I'm a mad man
My trigger finger turnin to sand

your mind
Breath it in second hand
your mind
Breath it in second smoke

Distraught head trauma
You can't see the drama
I get the from marijuana
At night I lay stressed with no to go
All by my lonely screamin out that show
Cigarettes, blunt smoke I the smell
Player me cause I smoke, burn in hell
Cause it for everybody
I live to sever so melancholy
Suicide is a folly and I'm out

Free your
it in second hand smoke (what, what)
Free your
Breath it in hand smoke
Free your
Breath it in second hand (what)
your mind
Breath it in second smoke
Free your
it in second hand smoke
Second hand smoke, hand smoke, What
your mind
Breath it in second hand (yeah)
Free mind
it in second hand smoke (right)
Free your
it in