Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

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

[Monoxide
Everybody else still talkin somethin.
What you thought you 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, hopin its when I awake.
Mama im a play on type of serial killa.
loop outta my mind like godzilla.
We like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
the industry like elastic.
Southern
Like the cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I and boast about nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So understand that he's somethin.
Never be im underground.
the dirt and grime.
Smashin heads be my for rhymes.
Im long like a motha fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand when you bleed.
when I told you to always believe.
You relieve outta child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, loud!

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Free your mind! Breath it in Second Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey bitches wanna me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your speakers 8 ohlms or they blown.
If are turn this 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 face and I dont shutter.
If my women cheatin, motha fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your hopes and dreams and put shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood 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 shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we move its dark at night.
Believe the rumors they probally all right.
Out of sight like concealed weapons and trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off double pump.
for motha fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got thirteen bullets in my Im a madman.
My finger turnin suckas 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 with no to go.
All by my lonely.
Screamin now fuck chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me cause I smoke in hell.
This shit for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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