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 a pastor
After, bash her, did it doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my
White 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 on call to come through take a pro-to-call
damagin thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I care who you are
No rap gotta give it to you raw
point better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat Ima sprang my
Straight rock, go to the pop-pop
jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my muthafuckin name its Iggy not
compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm vick
Sewed the game up stapled up in a
pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels LV on it, 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 than 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 with my raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand
On the bitch May, Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act ya girl be real, son
Kinda spaced-out you b*tches be
than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho Im best
my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, Ima myself
Im a like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now Im off beat, my hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth, I like a sailor - bitch!