Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, marks, finish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts Im a slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike
gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White go, bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid em they like shin
Got on call, got hoes on call to come through take a pro-to-call
Just damagin thats my
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I dont who you are
No condom rap gotta it to you raw
Pitchfork better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat Ima sprang my
crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - shorty do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm
Sewed the game up up in a stitch
pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car driveway be the omen
like Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better than a H3, I dont see you 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 hand
Bout to smack, smack, till my hand cave
On the May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act ya girl be real, son
Kinda spaced-out you be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, the competition rest
its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game Im best
With my on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, Ima myself
Im a masturbator like uh uh uh me, fuck me
Now Im off beat, my hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!