Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire
When the starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it 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 when I wid em they like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come take a pro-to-call
Just thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I care who you are
No rap gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork better pass me the joint
twist this beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do Im raw no digga
Whats my name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the
Ruff ruff ho, kill the I'm vick
Sewed the game up stapled up in a
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, on it
Everybody it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen
Boss like
me, Chordz 3D cant see me
Pockets better than a H3, I 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 when he
Cuz Im goin out 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 ya girl be real, son
Kinda you b*tches 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 strap on, my vibrator, to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, Ima feel
Im a like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now Im off beat, my hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth, I curse like a - bitch!