Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

Maddrox]
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 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 than that ol' braid.
Sticky like and jelly phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard 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.
Mama think im a play on of serial killa.
Fruit loop my mind like godzilla.
We like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
the industry like elastic.
Southern
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka I choke.
I brag and about nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So understand he's sayin somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
Smashin heads be my for rhymes.
Im time like a motha fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand when you bleed.
Remember when I told you to believe.
You relieve monoxide child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, loud!

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Free your mind! Breath it in Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey wanna shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope speakers 8 ohlms or they 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 heart
Lookin in the face and I dont even shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, motha her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your and dreams and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood molding
curbs with ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the cops aint me.
Time to buy in on that house.
Nigga pass the blunt before you out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this shit and shit is all wack.
me a attack cause we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause they all right.
Out of sight like concealed weapons and trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off barrel pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas 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 cant 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 ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me cause I smoke in hell.
This shit for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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