Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the marks
When the relay Im a runaway slave-master
Shittin on the past gotta spit it like a
After, bash her, did it like doe dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, bout to blow like the
Penthouse too roof top at the
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 come through take a
Just thats my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I dont who you are
No condom rap give it to you raw
Pitchfork point pass me the joint
Gotta twist this Ima sprang my joint
Straight 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 me to her, throw the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the I'm vick
the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my
at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car driveway be the omen
like Cowen?
Hate me, 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 hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz Im goin out with my hand
Bout to smack, smack, smack till my cave
On the bitch May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid fuck yer man
Ya act like ya be real, son
Kinda spaced-out you be duckin
Better than ya girl, than the best, the competition rest
Unless its sex no less, Ima fuck a ho game Im
my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, Ima myself
Im a like 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 like a - bitch!