Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

Maddrox]
I the eastside no peace.
the police.
We tell you to increase the
At least, a grown man tellin ya that he believes.
the decieve no more tricks up my sleeve.
What the bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta bitch before your dome get hit.
This shit is deeper than that ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the of mindstate.
in a dream, hopin its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a play on type of killa.
Fruit loop outta my mind godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the like elastic.
?tatics?
Like the newport cigerette I smoke.
Hit the fucka till I choke.
I and boast about nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So understand that he's somethin.
Never be im underground.
the dirt and grime.
Smashin heads be my for rhymes.
Im long time a motha fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand smoke you bleed.
Remember I told you to always believe.
You outta monoxide child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, loud!

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Free your mind! it in Second Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey bitches shut me down.
Pull the plugs on the microphones, on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope your 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a rate.
Growin at a pace.
my heart race
Lookin death in the face and I dont shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, motha her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take hopes and dreams and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain
Taking curbs ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on that house.
pass the blunt before you pass out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard shit and this shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we move when its at night.
Believe the cause they probally all right.
Out of like concealed weapons and drug trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the off double barrel pump.
for motha fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got thirteen in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger turnin suckas 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 stress no place 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.
shit aint for everybody.
I to severe bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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