Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

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

- X2]
And y'all get use to it
And better get use to it
And y'all 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
to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club with your mama in my lap
fly like I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' cologne
Big watch, big rocks, glocks, dick guap
What you thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk
I'll put additional air condition in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em cause they 24's
spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'all can it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never it

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

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

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