Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Smoke

"FREE MIND!"

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

[Monoxide
Everybody still talkin bout somethin.
you thought you heard bitch can it cause your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
you pistol whipped in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, hopin its when I awake.
think 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 brag and boast nothin.
Death, dyin and fuckin.
So that he's sayin 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 Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second smoke when you bleed.
when I told you to always believe.
You outta monoxide child 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 speakers 8 ohlms or they dead blown.
If they are this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a rate.
at a fast pace.
Makes my race
Lookin death in the face and I dont 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 rollin in a ride far stolen
Cigarette lighters, windows, wood grain molding
Taking curbs with ease, trees
chinese.
Hopin that the cops tailin me.
Time to buy in on glass house.
Nigga pass the blunt before you out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
this shit and this shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause probally all right.
Out of sight concealed weapons and drug trades.
the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off barrel pump.
for motha fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger finger turnin to sand.

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[Monoxide
No destruction and trauma.
You cant see the drama.
I get the from 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.
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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