Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the marks
When the relay starts Im a runaway
Shittin on the past spit it like a pastor
After, her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, to blow like the wind
too roof top at the wind
When I win, I win I win, no when 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 give it to you raw
Pitchfork better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat Ima sprang my
crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no
Whats my muthafuckin 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
pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels LV on it, art, everybody on it
want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen
Boss like
me, Chordz 3D cant see me
Pockets better than a H3, I dont see you mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on -
On these hoes hairs no activator, fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out my hand raised
to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave
On the bitch May, Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya be real, son
Kinda you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, the best, make the competition rest
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 murk shit, I paper
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!