Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, line with the fire marks
When the relay Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it like a
After, her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my
bitch go, bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too roof top at the
When I win, I win I win, no when I wid em they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come take a pro-to-call
damagin thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I care who you are
No condom rap gotta it to you raw
point better pass me the joint
Gotta this beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the
Pumo rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my muthafuckin its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the I'm vick
Sewed the game up up in a stitch
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
Look at my heels LV on it, art, everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car garage be the omen
like Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better a H3, I dont see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - oh and we on - hater
On these hoes no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my raised
to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man
Ya act ya girl be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no
Course no, Ima feel
Im a like 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!