Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

Maddrox]
I represent the no peace.
the police.
We tell you to the deceased
At least, a grown man ya somethin that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no tricks up my sleeve.
the fuck bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
duck bitch before your dome get hit.
This is twiztid deeper than that ol' french braid.
Sticky like and jelly phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else still 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, its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a play on type of killa.
Fruit outta my mind like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the industry elastic.
Southern
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka I choke.
I brag and about nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So that he's sayin somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
heads be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Norris.
Check the chorus, second smoke when you bleed.
Remember I told you to always believe.
You relieve outta monoxide a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free your mind! Breath it in Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You bitches wanna shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope your speakers 8 ohlms or they blown.
If they are turn this motha 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 cheatin, motha fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your hopes and dreams and put shit back up on the shelve.
we rollin in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, grain molding
Taking curbs with ease, blowin
chinese.
Hopin that the cops aint me.
Time to buy in on glass house.
Nigga pass the blunt before you out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this shit and this is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we move its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause probally all right.
Out of sight like concealed and drug trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off double pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas wanna jump.
Cause I got thirteen bullets in my Im a madman.
My finger turnin 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.
now fuck that chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player me cause I smoke burn in hell.
This aint for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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