Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

[Ice
If you try to get with me, a four and a fifty
Fuck monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get
And they need they story on Jerry or Ricki
your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today be back in a jiffy
All my that's with me, all my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, you know it's tricky
a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey, all my get pissy
Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is
If you know I am, motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my love hickies
that don't go away 'til well in your sixties
All I'm is Dickies, don't try to evict me
we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nikki's

- X2]
And better get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it
And y'all get use to it

[W.C.]
Barracuda it, call security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T jewelry
Hand to my with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a full of stones
Pro fitted on, chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, guap
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, shit
I'll put additional air holes in your Bentley top
And got 'em gettin' low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Still out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too
the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it

- X2]
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it
And better get use to it

[The
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) you better know it
It's the Don Jr. slash motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred
My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the thang
Throw up your dubs Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that nigga bailin' through your with two chains
Swangin' like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a
Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or Chuck's
It's that Westside, with that
nigga who flow so
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet
motherfuckin' ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, mad purple in fact
I'm to join the Lench Mob, that's me
the mac, motherfuckers

- X2]
And y'all get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it