Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the marks
When the starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe like dasher, faster
gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, bout to blow the wind
too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid em they like shin
Got hoes on call, got on call to come through take a pro-to-call
Just damagin my protocol
ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are
No rap gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this Ima sprang my joint
crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my muthafuckin its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the 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 driveway be the omen
like Cowen?
Hate me, 3D cant see me
better than a H3, I dont 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 out with my hand raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack my hand cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get 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
With my on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
no, Ima feel myself
Im a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, me
Now Im off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!