Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line the fire marks
When the relay Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, to blow like the wind
too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no I wid em they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got on call to come through take a pro-to-call
Just thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I dont who you are
No condom rap give it to you raw
point better pass me the joint
Gotta this beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - shorty do illa Im raw no digga
my muthafuckin name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the
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
want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen
Boss Cowen?
Hate me, 3D cant see me
Pockets better than a H3, I see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on -
On these hoes hairs no activator, whores up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand
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
than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima a ho game Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no
Course no, Ima myself
Im a masturbator uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now Im off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I paper
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!