Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

Maddrox]
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.
the fuck bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta duck before your dome get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper that ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol whipped in the 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 outta my mind like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
the industry like elastic.
Southern
Like the newport cigerette I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka I choke.
I brag and about nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So that he's sayin somethin.
Never be im underground.
With the and grime.
heads be my reason for rhymes.
Im long like a motha fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I told you to believe.
You outta monoxide child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, loud!

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Free your mind! it in Second Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey bitches shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your 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
death in the face and I dont even shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, motha her bitch!
Im out for self. weed, fame and wealth.
So take hopes and dreams and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
lighters, power windows, wood grain molding
Taking curbs with ease, blowin
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on that house.
Nigga pass the before you pass 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.
Believe the rumors they probally all right.
Out of sight concealed weapons and drug trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the off double barrel pump.
for motha fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger turnin suckas to sand.

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

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