Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, marks, finish line with the fire marks
When the relay Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my
White bitch go, bout to blow like the
too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no I wid em they good like shin
Got on call, got hoes on call to come through take a pro-to-call
Just 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 twist this Ima sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the
jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my name 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 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 like
me, Chordz 3D cant see me
Pockets than a H3, I dont see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - oh and we on - hater
On hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz Im out with my hand raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my cave
On the May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act ya girl be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, the best, make the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima a ho game Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
no, Ima feel myself
Im a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, me
Now Im off beat, my hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!