Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

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

- X2]
And better 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.]
with it, call security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin'
In the club with your baby in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic
Big watch, big rocks, glocks, dick guap
you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the knock, talk shit
I'll put additional air holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's they 24's
Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don
Bustin' more gun powder than gun
Down South, y'all can Screw it, the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never 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) Nigga you know it
It's the Don Dadda Jr. motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes while I like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your
With that Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
Coast, Down South, niggaz do the same thang
Throw up dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that nigga bailin' through your hood with two
Swangin' like his nuts, he don't give a fuck
Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or Chuck's
that Westside, Connect'd with that
nigga who flow so
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, bet this
motherfuckin' Coast ain't got after me
Ain't have shit Cube except a W.C.
The Maad is back, with mad purple in fact
I'm bout to join the Lench Mob, 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 y'all get use to it