Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, marks, finish line with the fire marks
the relay starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it like a
After, bash her, did it like doe like dasher, faster
Iggy get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, bout to like the wind
Penthouse too roof top at the
When I win, I win I win, no when I wid em they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to through take a pro-to-call
Just damagin thats my
Dismantle ya, on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are
No condom rap gotta it to you raw
Pitchfork point pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat Ima sprang my
crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the
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
Everybody it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen
Boss Cowen?
Hate me, 3D cant see me
Pockets than a H3, I dont see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on -
On these hairs no activator, whores 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, 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, the best, make the competition rest
its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game 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!