Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish with the fire marks
the relay starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe dasher, faster-motorbike faster
gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, bout to like the wind
too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid em they good shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through take a
Just thats my protocol
ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are
No condom rap give it to you raw
Pitchfork point better pass me the
Gotta this beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no
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
the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
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 - oh and we on - hater
On these hoes hairs no activator, fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my hand
Bout to smack, smack, till my hand cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man
Ya act ya girl be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima a ho game Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no
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 paper
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!