Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

Maddrox]
I the eastside no peace.
the police.
We tell you to increase the
At least, a grown man tellin ya that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no tricks up my sleeve.
What the bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta duck bitch before your get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' braid.
Sticky like and jelly phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol whipped in the wit abbrations.
of the contamination of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a play on type of killa.
Fruit loop outta my like godzilla.
We like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the like elastic.
Southern
Like the newport cigerette I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I brag and boast nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So understand that he's somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
Smashin heads be my for rhymes.
Im long like a motha fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Norris.
Check the chorus, second smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I told you to believe.
You relieve outta child a while.
Travel the on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free your mind! it in Second Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey wanna shut me down.
Pull the plugs on the microphones, on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope your speakers 8 ohlms or they blown.
If they are turn motha fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on ass niggas at a fast rate.
at a fast pace.
Makes my race
Lookin death in the and I dont even shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your hopes and dreams and put that shit up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, grain molding
Taking curbs with ease, blowin
chinese.
Hopin that the cops tailin me.
Time to buy in on glass house.
Nigga pass the before you pass out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this shit and shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause probally all right.
Out of sight like concealed and drug trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off double pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas wanna jump.
Cause I got thirteen in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger finger turnin to sand.

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[Monoxide
No destruction and trauma.
You even see the drama.
I get the from marijuana.
At night.
I lay stress no place to go.
All by my lonely.
now fuck that chump.
So go and talk junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me I smoke burn in hell.
shit aint for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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