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.
the fuck bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta bitch before your dome get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' braid.
Sticky like James and phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, its gone when I awake.
Mama im a play on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop outta my mind godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the industry elastic.
Southern
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the fucka till I choke.
I brag and boast nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So that he's sayin somethin.
Never be im underground.
the dirt and grime.
Smashin heads be my for rhymes.
Im time like a motha fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I you to always believe.
You relieve monoxide child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, loud!

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Free mind! Breath it in Second 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 this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we on bitch ass niggas at a fast rate.
at a fast pace.
Makes my race
Lookin death in the face and I even shutter.
If my starts cheatin, motha fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take hopes 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 curbs ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the aint tailin 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 when its dark at night.
the rumors cause they probally all right.
Out of sight like concealed weapons and trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the off double barrel pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas wanna jump.
I got thirteen bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger 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 with no place to go.
All by my lonely.
Screamin now fuck chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me 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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