Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, line with the fire marks
When the relay starts Im a slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it a pastor
After, bash her, did it doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a watch for my rapture
bitch go, bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too 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 hoes on call to through take a pro-to-call
Just thats my protocol
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 Ima sprang my joint
crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
Whats my muthafuckin its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the
Ruff ruff ho, kill the I'm vick
Sewed the game up stapled up in a
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
Look at my LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a car garage driveway be the omen
Boss like
Hate me, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better 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, whores up when he activate-her
Cuz Im out with my hand raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man
Ya act ya girl be real, son
Kinda spaced-out you be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition
its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game Im best
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!