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 man tellin ya somethin that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no more up my sleeve.
the fuck bitch.
bitch!
Why you shit.
Betta duck bitch before dome get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper than ol' french braid.
Sticky like James and phased
it!

[Monoxide
Everybody else still bout somethin.
you thought you heard bitch can it cause your frontin.
wrong.
Dinner conversations.
Leavin you pistol whipped in the wit abbrations.
of the contamination of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, hopin its gone I awake.
Mama think im a on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop my mind like godzilla.
We like catapilla's.
And and caskets.
Stretchin the like elastic.
?tatics?
Like the cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the fucka till I choke.
I brag and about nothin.
Death, and ho's fuckin.
So understand that sayin somethin.
be heard im underground.
With the and grime.
Smashin be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a fucka.
ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Norris.
Check the chorus, hand smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I you to always believe.
You outta monoxide child a while.
the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!

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Free your mind! it in Second Hand Smoke!

[Jamie
You bitches wanna shut me down.
Pull the on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle mr
Hope your speakers 8 or they dead blown.
If they are turn this motha up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a rate.
Growin at a pace.
my heart race
Lookin death in the face and I even shutter.
If my women cheatin, motha fuck her bitch!
Im out for self. weed, fame and wealth.
So take your hopes and dreams and put shit back up on the shelve.
we rollin in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, windows, wood grain molding
Taking curbs with ease, trees
chinese.
Hopin the cops aint tailin me.
Time to buy in on glass house.
Nigga the blunt before you pass out.
now its on.
hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so that.
Heard this shit and shit is all wack.
me a attack cause we move when its dark at night.
Believe the cause they probally all right.
Out of sight concealed weapons and drug trades.
Barricade the for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off barrel pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas that jump.
Cause I got bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger turnin suckas to sand.

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[Monoxide
No destruction and trauma.
You even see the drama.
I get the personna marijuana.
At night.
I lay stress no place to go.
All by my lonely.
now fuck that chump.
So go ahead and junk.
I the smell.
Player hate me cause I burn in hell.
This shit for everybody.
I to severe bodies.
So meloncholy is a foley.
And im out!

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