Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, marks, finish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts Im a slave-master
Shittin on the past spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike
Iggy gotta get a bitch for my rapture
White go, bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too roof top at the
When I win, when I win I win, no I wid em they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on 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 rap gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point pass me the joint
Gotta twist beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do Im raw no digga
my muthafuckin name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm
Sewed the game up stapled up in a
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car 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 - oh and we on - hater
On these hairs no activator, whores 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 ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game Im
With my on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, Ima feel
Im a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, me
Now Im off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets
Wash my mouth, I curse like a - bitch!