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 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 than ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and jelly
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else still bout 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, its gone when I awake.
think im a play on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop outta my like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the like elastic.
Southern
the newport cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I brag and boast nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So understand that 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.
in some comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, hand smoke when you bleed.
Remember I told you to always believe.
You relieve monoxide child a while.
Travel the on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free your mind! Breath it in Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey bitches shut me down.
Pull the plugs on the microphones, on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope speakers 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are turn this fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a rate.
Growin at a pace.
my heart race
Lookin 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 and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood molding
curbs with ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the cops tailin me.
to buy in on that glass house.
Nigga pass the blunt you pass out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this and this shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack we move when its dark 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 sawed off barrel pump.
Lookin for fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger finger turnin 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 with no place to go.
All by my lonely.
Screamin now fuck chump.
So go and talk junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me cause I smoke in hell.
This shit for everybody.
I to severe bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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