Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Hand Smoke

Free mind
I represent the East side, no
the police
We you to increase the deceased at least
A grown man tellin you something he believe
to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, chuck
Why you talkin
Better bitch.
Before your get hit.
shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid.
Stickier jam and jelly phased, kick it
Everybody real talkin bout something.
you thought you heard bitch,
Can it, cause frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions.
Part of the of Mind State.
Sleep in a dream, hopin gone when I awake.
Mama think I'm a on play serial killa
Fruitloop biting my mind like
We survive like catipillas in and caskets
Stretch the industry elastic
So fantastic, like the Newport that I smoke.
Hit the motherfucka I choke
I brag and I boast about
Death, dying, and fuckin
So understand that saying something.
be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime
Smashin heads be my reason for
I'm on like a motherfucka
Leavin you in the forest
Standin in some comfortable shifts like Norris
Check the
Second smoke when you breath.
what I told you always believe.
You relieve on the Child and wild.
Travel the world on nine screaming loud.

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

You bitches wanna shut me down
Pullin on the microphones.
Hatin on the handle Mr.Bones
your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown
If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and on
As we blast off ass niggas at fast rates
Growin at a fast made my heart race.
Lookin death in the and I don't even shudder.
If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her,
I'm out my
Seen weed, fame and
So your hopes and dreams,
And put shit back on the shelf
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
Cigarette lighters, power windows, grade motors and
Takin curbs ease, blowin trees, lookin Chinese
that the cops ain't tailin me.
Tryin to the glass house
Nigga pass the before you pass out
now it's on, pushin hubcaps
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard the shit and the shit is all
Plannin the attack, cause we move when it's dark at
Believe the rumors, cause probably all right.
Outta sight concealed weapons and drug trades
your 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 suckers to

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

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 lonely out fuck that show
Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the
Player hate me cause I smoke, in hell
Cause it ain't for
I live to sever so melancholy
Suicide is just a and I'm out

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