Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Hand Smoke

Free mind
I the East side, no peace
Fuck the
We tell you to increase the at least
A grown man you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no tricks up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, bitch
Why you talkin
duck bitch.
Before your get hit.
This is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid.
Stickier jam and jelly phased, kick it
Everybody else talkin bout something.
you thought you heard bitch,
Can it, your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the with abrasions.
Part of the contamination of State.
Sleep in a dream, hopin gone when I awake.
Mama think I'm a on play serial killa
Fruitloop biting my like Godzilla
We survive like in cocoons and caskets
Stretch the industry elastic
So fantastic, like the Newport that I smoke.
Hit the motherfucka till I
I and I boast about nothin
Death, dying, and hoes
So that he's saying something.
Never be heard I'm underground the dirt and grime
Smashin heads be my reason for
I'm on time like a
Leavin you in the forest
Standin in some shifts like Chuck Norris
the chorus
Second hand when you breath.
Remember what I you always believe.
You relieve on the Child and wild.
Travel the world on cloud screaming loud.

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

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

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

Distraught from head
You can't even see the
I get the persona from
At night I lay stressed with no to go
All by my lonely screamin out that show
Cigarettes, smoke I love the smell
Player hate me I smoke, burn in hell
Cause it ain't for
I live to sever bodies so
is just a folly and I'm out

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