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 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 I wid em they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through a pro-to-call
damagin thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are
No condom rap gotta it to you raw
Pitchfork point pass me the joint
twist this beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my muthafuckin its Iggy not Jiggy
compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm vick
Sewed the game up up in a stitch
pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen
Boss Cowen?
me, Chordz 3D cant 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 hairs no activator, whores fuck up he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my hand
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my cave
On the bitch May, Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya be real, son
Kinda spaced-out you be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game Im
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
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!