Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the marks
When the starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike
Iggy get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, to blow like the wind
Penthouse too roof top at the
When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid em good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through take a
Just thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are
No condom rap give it to you raw
Pitchfork better pass me the joint
Gotta this beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the
Pumo rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
my muthafuckin name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, the b*tch in the ditch
ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm vick
Sewed the game up stapled up in a
pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels LV on it, art, everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a car garage driveway be the omen
like Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better a H3, I dont see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - oh and we on - hater
On these hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up he activate-her
Cuz Im out with my hand raised
to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave
On the bitch May, Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya be real, son
Kinda spaced-out you be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima a ho game Im best
With my on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
no, Ima feel myself
Im a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, me
Now Im off beat, my hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!