Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Hand Smoke

Free mind
I the East side, no peace
the police
We tell you to increase the at least
A man tellin you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no more up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, chuck
Why you shit?
Better bitch.
your dome get hit.
This is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid.
Stickier than jam and jelly phased, it
Everybody else real bout something.
What you thought you bitch,
Can it, your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin' you in the corner with abrasions.
of the contamination of Mind State.
Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone I awake.
Mama think I'm a play on serial killa
Fruitloop biting my mind Godzilla
We survive like catipillas in and caskets
Stretch the industry elastic
So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette I smoke.
Hit the motherfucka till I
I brag and I about nothin
Death, dying, and fuckin
So that he's saying something.
Never be heard I'm underground the dirt and grime
heads be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time like a
Leavin you hangin in the
Standin in some shifts like Chuck Norris
Check the
Second smoke when you breath.
what I told you always believe.
You on the Monoxide Child and wild.
Travel the on nine cloud screaming loud.

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

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

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

Distraught from head
You even see the drama
I get the persona from
At night I lay stressed no place to go
All by my lonely screamin out fuck show
Cigarettes, blunt I love the smell
Player hate me cause I smoke, in hell
Cause it ain't for
I live to sever so melancholy
Suicide is a folly and I'm out

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