Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

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

[Monoxide
else still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol in the corner wit abbrations.
of the contamination of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, hopin its gone 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 newport cigerette I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I brag and boast nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So understand that he's somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
Smashin be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I you to always believe.
You relieve monoxide child a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

2x]
Free your mind! Breath it in Second Smoke!

[Jamie
You bitches wanna shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope speakers 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we on bitch ass niggas at a fast rate.
Growin at a pace.
Makes my race
death in the face and I dont even shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. weed, fame and wealth.
So take your hopes and dreams and put that shit up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain
Taking curbs ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the aint 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 and this shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we move its dark at night.
Believe the cause they probally all right.
Out of sight concealed weapons and drug trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the off double barrel pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas wanna jump.
Cause I got thirteen bullets in my Im a madman.
My trigger finger suckas to sand.

2x]

[Monoxide
No destruction and trauma.
You cant 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.
This shit for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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