Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

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

[Monoxide
Everybody else still bout somethin.
What you you heard 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, its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a play on of serial killa.
Fruit loop outta my like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the industry elastic.
?tatics?
Like the newport cigerette I smoke.
Hit the fucka till I choke.
I brag and about nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So understand he's sayin somethin.
Never be im underground.
the dirt and grime.
Smashin be my reason for rhymes.
Im time like a motha fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand when you bleed.
when I told you to always believe.
You outta monoxide child a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free your mind! Breath it in Second Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey wanna shut me down.
Pull the plugs on the microphones, on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope your speakers 8 or they dead blown.
If they are this motha fucka 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, fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your hopes and and put that shit back up on the shelve.
we rollin in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, windows, wood grain molding
curbs with ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on glass house.
Nigga the blunt before you pass out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this shit and this is all wack.
Plannin me a cause we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause 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.
Lookin for motha 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 even see the drama.
I get the from marijuana.
At night.
I lay with no place to go.
All by my lonely.
Screamin now fuck chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me cause I burn in hell.
This shit for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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