Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Hand Smoke

Free mind
I the East side, no peace
the police
We tell you to the deceased at least
A man tellin you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no tricks up my sleeve
the fuck bitch, chuck bitch
Why you shit?
duck bitch.
Before dome get hit.
This shit is deeper than that Old French braid.
Stickier than jam and phased, kick it
Everybody real talkin bout something.
What you thought you bitch,
Can it, your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin' you in the corner with abrasions.
Part of the of Mind State.
in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake.
Mama think I'm a play on play serial
Fruitloop biting my mind like
We survive like catipillas in and caskets
Stretch the industry like
So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette I smoke.
Hit the till 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 be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time a motherfucka
you hangin in the forest
Standin in some comfortable like Chuck Norris
the chorus
Second hand when you breath.
Remember what I you always believe.
You on the Monoxide Child and wild.
Travel the on nine cloud screaming loud.

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

You phony bitches wanna shut me
plugs on the microphones.
Hatin on the individual Mr.Bones
your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown
If they aren't turn motherfucka up and mash on
As we blast off bitch ass at fast rates
Growin at a fast made my heart race.
Lookin in the face and I don't even shudder.
If my woman starts cheatin her, bitch
I'm out my
Seen weed, and wealth
So take your and dreams,
And put that shit on the shelf
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
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
pass the blunt before you pass out
Cause now it's on, pushin
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard the shit and the is all wack
Plannin the attack, we move when it's dark at night
Believe the rumors, cause probably all right.
Outta sight concealed weapons and drug trades
your door for the raid
And in the shade is a sawed off pump
Lookin for mothafuckas who jump.
Cause I got 13 in my pocket I'm a mad man
My trigger finger turnin to sand

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

from head trauma
You can't even see the
I get the from marijuana
At night I lay with no place to go
All by my lonely screamin out fuck show
Cigarettes, smoke I love the smell
Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in
Cause it for everybody
I live to bodies so melancholy
Suicide is just a and I'm out

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