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

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
you thought 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, hopin its gone I awake.
think im a play on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop outta my mind godzilla.
We like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the industry elastic.
?tatics?
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the fucka till I choke.
I and boast about nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So understand that he's 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 some comfretable like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, hand 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 mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey wanna shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If are turn this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on ass niggas at a fast rate.
Growin at a pace.
Makes my heart
Lookin death in the face and I even shutter.
If my starts cheatin, motha 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.
Cause we rollin in a ride far stolen
Cigarette lighters, windows, wood grain molding
Taking curbs ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the cops tailin me.
Time to buy in on 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 cause we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause they all right.
Out of sight like concealed weapons and trades.
the doors 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 destruction and trauma.
You even see the drama.
I get the personna marijuana.
At night.
I lay stress with no to go.
All by my lonely.
Screamin now that chump.
So go and talk junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me I smoke burn in hell.
This aint for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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