Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the marks
When the starts Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the gotta spit it like 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
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 on call to come through take a pro-to-call
damagin thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are
No rap gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point better me the joint
Gotta twist this Ima sprang my joint
crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no
Whats my muthafuckin name its not Jiggy
Dont compare me to her, the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, the bitch I'm vick
Sewed the 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 want it, 666 got a three car driveway be the omen
Boss like
Hate me, Chordz 3D 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 hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my raised
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get fuck yer man cave
Ya act ya girl be real, son
spaced-out you b*tches be duckin
Better ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest
its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game Im best
With my strap on, my vibrator, 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 shit, I gets paper
my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!