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 man tellin ya somethin that 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 deeper than that ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else still talkin somethin.
What you thought you heard can it cause your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the of mindstate.
in a dream, hopin its gone when I awake.
Mama im a play on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop my mind like godzilla.
We like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
the industry like elastic.
Southern
Like the newport cigerette I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka I choke.
I and boast about nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So understand that sayin somethin.
Never be im underground.
With the and grime.
Smashin be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time a motha fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand smoke you bleed.
when I told 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.
the plugs on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
your speakers 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are turn this fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on ass niggas at a fast 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 hopes and and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain
Taking curbs with ease, blowin
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on that house.
Nigga pass the before you pass out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
this shit and this shit is all wack.
Plannin me a cause we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause probally all right.
Out of sight like concealed and drug trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the off double barrel pump.
Lookin for fuckas that wanna jump.
I got thirteen bullets in my pocket 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 with 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 to severe bodies.
So is just a foley.
And im out!

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