Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Hand Smoke

Free mind
I represent the side, no peace
Fuck the
We tell you to increase the deceased at
A man tellin you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no more up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, chuck
Why you talkin
duck bitch.
Before your get hit.
This shit is Twiztid deeper 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 corner abrasions.
Part of the contamination of State.
Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone I awake.
Mama think I'm a play on serial killa
Fruitloop biting my mind like
We survive like in cocoons and caskets
Stretch the like elastic
So fantastic, the Newport cigarette that I smoke.
Hit the till I choke
I brag and I boast nothin
Death, dying, and hoes
So that he's saying something.
Never be heard I'm with the dirt and grime
Smashin be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time like a
Leavin you in the forest
Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck
the chorus
Second hand when you breath.
Remember I told you always believe.
You on the Monoxide Child and wild.
Travel the world on nine cloud loud.

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

You phony bitches wanna shut me
plugs on the microphones.
Hatin on the individual Mr.Bones
Hope your speaker's ohms or they dead blown
If they aren't turn motherfucka up and mash on
As we blast off ass niggas at fast rates
Growin at a fast pace my heart race.
death in the face and I don't even shudder.
If my woman cheatin motherfuck her, bitch
I'm out my
Seen weed, fame and
So take hopes and dreams,
And put that shit on the shelf
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade and
Takin with ease, blowin trees, lookin Chinese
Hopin that the cops tailin me.
Tryin to the glass house
Nigga pass the blunt you pass out
Cause now it's on, pushin
the hood, so fuck that.
Heard the shit and the shit is all
Plannin the attack, cause we move when it's at night
Believe the rumors, cause they all right.
Outta sight like weapons and drug trades
your door for the raid
And in the shade is a sawed off pump
Lookin for who wanna jump.
Cause I got 13 in my pocket I'm a mad man
My finger turnin suckers to sand

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

Distraught from head
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 fuck show
Cigarettes, blunt I love the smell
Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in
Cause it ain't for
I live to sever bodies so
Suicide is a folly and I'm out

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