Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the marks
the relay starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my
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 hoes on call, got hoes on 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 point better me the joint
Gotta twist this Ima sprang my joint
Straight rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm
the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car garage be the omen
Boss Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better than a H3, I dont see you 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 May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima a ho game Im best
With my on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, Ima feel
Im a masturbator uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now Im off beat, my head hurts, I shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth, I like a sailor - bitch!