Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

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

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
What you you heard bitch can it cause your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol whipped in the wit abbrations.
of the contamination of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, its gone when I awake.
think im a play on type of serial killa.
Fruit outta my mind like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the industry elastic.
Southern
Like the cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka I choke.
I brag and boast nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So understand that sayin somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
heads be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit Chuck Norris.
the chorus, second hand smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I you to always believe.
You relieve outta monoxide a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, loud!

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Free mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You homey bitches shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope your 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If are turn this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a rate.
Growin at a pace.
Makes my heart
death in the face and I dont even 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 that shit up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far stolen
Cigarette lighters, windows, wood grain molding
Taking with ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on glass house.
Nigga pass the blunt you pass 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 cause they probally all right.
Out of sight like weapons and drug trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the off double barrel pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas that jump.
Cause I got thirteen bullets in my Im a madman.
My finger turnin suckas to sand.

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[Monoxide
No destruction and trauma.
You cant see the drama.
I get the personna marijuana.
At night.
I lay stress no place to go.
All by my lonely.
now fuck that chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
hate me cause I smoke burn in hell.
This shit for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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