Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, line with the fire marks
When the relay starts Im a runaway
Shittin on the past gotta spit it a pastor
After, bash her, did it doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my
White bitch go, to blow like the wind
Penthouse too top at the wind
When I win, I win I win, no when I wid em they good 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 better pass me the joint
Gotta this beat Ima sprang my joint
crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
my muthafuckin name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the in the ditch
Ruff ho, kill the bitch 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 driveway be the
Boss like
Hate me, 3D cant 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 with my raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack my hand cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid yer man cave
Ya act ya girl be real, son
Kinda you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
no, Ima feel myself
Im a masturbator 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!