Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

[Jamie
I the eastside no peace.
the police.
We you to increase 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.
Betta duck before your dome get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper than ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and jelly
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else still bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you whipped in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, hopin its when I awake.
Mama think im a play on type of killa.
Fruit loop my mind like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
the industry like elastic.
Southern
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the motha till I choke.
I and boast about nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So that he's sayin somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
Smashin heads be my for rhymes.
Im time like a motha fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand 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 your mind! Breath it in Second Smoke!

[Jamie
You bitches wanna shut me down.
the plugs on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your speakers 8 ohlms or they blown.
If they are turn this motha fucka up and on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a rate.
at a fast pace.
Makes my heart
Lookin 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 and dreams and put that shit back up on the shelve.
we rollin in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood molding
Taking with ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the cops aint me.
to buy in on that glass house.
Nigga the blunt before you pass out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this and this shit 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 weapons and drug trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off barrel pump.
Lookin for motha that wanna jump.
Cause I got bullets in my pocket 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 from marijuana.
At night.
I lay stress no place to go.
All by my lonely.
Screamin now fuck chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me cause I smoke in hell.
shit aint for everybody.
I live to bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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