Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish with the fire marks
When the relay starts Im a slave-master
on the past gotta spit it like a pastor
After, her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a watch for my rapture
White bitch go, to blow like the wind
too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no I wid em they good 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 better pass me the joint
twist this beat Ima sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the
Pumo jiggy rap city, no - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga
my muthafuckin name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the
Ruff ruff ho, kill the bitch I'm
Sewed the game up up in a stitch
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 garage be the omen
Boss Cowen?
me, Chordz 3D cant see me
Pockets better than a H3, I dont see you mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on -
On these hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my cave
On the May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no
Course no, Ima feel
Im a masturbator uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now Im off beat, my hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth, I curse a sailor - bitch!