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

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it cause 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 think im a on type of serial killa.
Fruit outta my mind like godzilla.
We survive 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, dyin and fuckin.
So that he's sayin somethin.
Never be im underground.
the dirt and grime.
Smashin be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand when you bleed.
Remember when I told you to believe.
You relieve monoxide child a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey wanna shut me down.
the plugs on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we on bitch ass niggas at a fast rate.
at a fast pace.
Makes my race
Lookin death in the and I dont even shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your hopes and dreams and put that 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.
Time to buy in on glass house.
Nigga pass the before 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 like concealed weapons and drug trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off barrel pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas that jump.
Cause I got thirteen bullets in my Im a madman.
My trigger finger suckas to sand.

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[Monoxide
No and head 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 cause I burn in hell.
shit aint for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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