Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire
the relay starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe 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, when I win I win, no when I wid em they like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come take a pro-to-call
Just 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 my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - shorty do illa Im raw no digga
my muthafuckin name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm vick
Sewed the up stapled 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 want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the
Boss Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better than a H3, I see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on -
On these hoes hairs no activator, whores up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my 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
Kinda spaced-out you be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the rest
its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no
no, Ima feel myself
Im a masturbator like uh uh uh me, fuck me
Now Im off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets
Wash my mouth, I curse a sailor - bitch!