Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

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

[Monoxide
Everybody else 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.
in a dream, hopin its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop my mind like godzilla.
We like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the like elastic.
?tatics?
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the fucka till 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 be my reason for rhymes.
Im time like a motha fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand when you bleed.
Remember when I you to always believe.
You outta monoxide child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, loud!

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Free mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!

[Jamie
You homey wanna shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope your speakers 8 or they dead blown.
If they are turn this motha up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass at a fast rate.
Growin at a pace.
Makes my race
death 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 hopes and and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, grain molding
Taking curbs ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the cops aint me.
Time to buy in on 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 when its dark at night.
Believe the cause they probally all right.
Out of sight like concealed weapons and trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off barrel pump.
for motha fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger finger turnin to sand.

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[Monoxide
No destruction and trauma.
You even see the drama.
I get the from 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 me cause I smoke burn in hell.
This shit for everybody.
I to severe bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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