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 that he believes.
Practicin the no more tricks up my sleeve.
What the bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta duck bitch before your get hit.
This shit is deeper than that ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard 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.
Mama think im a on type of serial killa.
loop outta my mind like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
the industry like elastic.
Southern
the newport cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I brag and boast nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So that he's sayin somethin.
Never be im underground.
the dirt and grime.
Smashin be my reason for rhymes.
Im time like a motha fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Norris.
Check the chorus, second smoke when you bleed.
when I told you to always believe.
You relieve outta monoxide a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!

[Jamie
You bitches wanna shut me down.
the plugs on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are turn this motha fucka up and on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a rate.
Growin at a pace.
Makes my heart
Lookin death in the and I dont even shutter.
If my women cheatin, motha fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. weed, fame and wealth.
So take your hopes and and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain
Taking curbs ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on glass house.
pass the blunt before 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 when its at night.
Believe the rumors cause probally all right.
Out of sight like weapons and drug trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off double pump.
for motha fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got thirteen bullets in my Im a madman.
My trigger finger 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 with no place 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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