Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

Maddrox]
I represent the no peace.
the police.
We tell you to increase the
At least, a grown man ya somethin that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no more up my sleeve.
What the bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta bitch before your dome get hit.
shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' french braid.
Sticky James and jelly phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
you pistol whipped 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 my mind like godzilla.
We survive catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the like elastic.
Southern
Like the newport that I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka I choke.
I and boast about nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So understand that he's somethin.
Never be im underground.
the dirt and grime.
Smashin be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a fucka.
Leavin ya in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand when you bleed.
Remember when I you to always believe.
You relieve outta child a while.
Travel the on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!

Maddrox]
You bitches wanna shut me down.
Pull the plugs on the microphones, on an individual.
mr Bones
Hope your speakers 8 ohlms or dead blown.
If they are this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on ass niggas at a fast rate.
at a fast pace.
Makes my heart
Lookin death in the face and I dont shutter.
If my women cheatin, motha fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. Green weed, and wealth.
So take your and dreams and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin in a ride far from
Cigarette lighters, windows, wood grain molding
Taking curbs ease, blowin trees
chinese.
Hopin that the cops 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.
me a attack cause we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause probally all right.
Out of sight like concealed weapons and 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 thirteen in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger turnin suckas to sand.

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

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