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 grown man tellin ya that he believes.
the decieve no more tricks up my sleeve.
What the bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta duck before your dome get hit.
shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and phased
it!

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

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Free your mind! Breath it in Second Smoke!

[Jamie
You homey bitches shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your speakers 8 or they dead blown.
If they are turn this motha up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass at a fast rate.
Growin at a pace.
my heart race
Lookin death in the face and I dont shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, motha her bitch!
Im out for self. weed, fame and wealth.
So take your hopes and dreams and put shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
Cigarette lighters, windows, wood grain molding
Taking curbs with ease, trees
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
to buy in on that glass 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 we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause they all right.
Out of sight concealed 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.
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 no place 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 is just a foley.
And im out!

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