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 spit it a pastor
After, bash her, did it doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a watch for my rapture
White go, bout to blow like the wind
too roof top at the wind
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
damagin thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are
No rap gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point 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 muthafuckin its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, the bitch I'm vick
the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, on it
want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen
Boss Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better a H3, I dont see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on -
On hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out my hand raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man
Ya act like ya be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition
Unless its sex no less, Ima a ho game Im best
my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
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
Wash my mouth, I like a sailor - bitch!