Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

[Jamie
I represent the no peace.
the police.
We tell you to increase the
At least, a man tellin ya somethin that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no more up my sleeve.
What the bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
duck bitch before your dome get hit.
This shit is twiztid than that ol' french braid.
like James and jelly phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else still bout somethin.
you thought you heard bitch can it cause your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
you pistol whipped in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop my mind like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the like elastic.
Southern
Like the cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I brag and about nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So understand that sayin somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
heads be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time a motha fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand smoke you bleed.
Remember when I told you to believe.
You relieve outta monoxide a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free your mind! Breath it in Hand Smoke!

[Jamie
You homey bitches wanna me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
your speakers 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are turn this motha up and mash on.
As we on bitch ass niggas at a fast rate.
Growin at a pace.
Makes my race
Lookin death in the and I dont even shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, motha her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your and dreams and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood molding
Taking curbs with ease, trees
chinese.
Hopin that the aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on that house.
Nigga pass the blunt before you out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this shit and this is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we move when its at night.
the rumors cause they probally all right.
Out of sight like weapons and drug trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off barrel pump.
Lookin for fuckas that wanna jump.
I got thirteen bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger finger turnin to sand.

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[Monoxide
No and head trauma.
You cant see the drama.
I get the personna marijuana.
At night.
I lay stress with no to go.
All by my lonely.
now fuck that chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me cause I burn in hell.
This aint for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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