Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Hand Smoke

Free your
I the East side, no peace
Fuck the
We tell you to the deceased at least
A grown man tellin you something he believe
Practice to deceive, no more up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, bitch
Why you talkin
Better bitch.
Before dome get hit.
This shit is Twiztid deeper that Old French braid.
Stickier jam and jelly phased, kick it
Everybody else talkin bout something.
What you thought you bitch,
Can it, cause frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin' you in the corner with abrasions.
Part of the contamination of State.
Sleep in a dream, hopin it's when I awake.
Mama think I'm a play on serial killa
Fruitloop biting my mind like
We survive like catipillas in cocoons and
Stretch the industry elastic
So fantastic, the Newport cigarette that I smoke.
Hit the motherfucka I choke
I brag and I boast about
Death, dying, and hoes
So understand he's saying something.
Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and
Smashin heads be my reason for
I'm on time a motherfucka
Leavin you hangin in the
Standin in some comfortable like Chuck Norris
Check the
hand smoke when you breath.
Remember I told you always believe.
You on the Monoxide Child and wild.
the world on nine cloud screaming loud.

Free mind
it in second hand smoke
Free mind
Breath it in second smoke

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

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

from head trauma
You can't see the drama
I get the from marijuana
At I lay stressed with no place to go
All by my screamin out fuck that show
Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the
hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell
Cause it ain't for
I live to sever so melancholy
Suicide is just a and I'm out

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