Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, marks, finish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts Im a slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it a pastor
After, her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy get a bitch watch for my rapture
White go, bout to blow 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 on call to come through take a pro-to-call
damagin thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I dont 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
my muthafuckin name its Iggy not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, throw the in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, the bitch 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, Chordz 3D see me
Pockets better than a H3, I dont see you 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 raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack my hand cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man
Ya act like ya be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better than ya girl, the best, make the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, Ima myself
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!