Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

[Jamie
I represent the no peace.
the police.
We tell you to increase the
At least, a grown man ya somethin that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no more 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 James and jelly phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else still bout somethin.
What you you heard 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 like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the industry elastic.
?tatics?
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I brag and boast nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So understand that he's somethin.
Never be im underground.
With the and grime.
Smashin heads be my for rhymes.
Im time like a motha fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Norris.
the chorus, second hand smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I you to always believe.
You outta monoxide child a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free your mind! it in Second Hand Smoke!

[Jamie
You bitches wanna shut me down.
the plugs on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your speakers 8 ohlms or dead blown.
If they are turn this fucka up and mash on.
As we on bitch ass niggas at a fast rate.
at a fast pace.
Makes my race
Lookin in the face 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 shit up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, grain molding
Taking curbs with ease, trees
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint 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.
this shit and this shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we move when its at night.
the rumors cause they probally all right.
Out of sight like 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.
I got thirteen bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My finger turnin suckas 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 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.
shit aint for everybody.
I to severe bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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