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 fingers get itchy, when get bitchy
And they they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today I'll be in a jiffy
All my that's with me, all my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's
a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we that whiskey, all my niggaz get pissy
fuck with 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 hickies
don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies, try to evict me
we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nikki's

- X2]
And y'all 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 with it, security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with
to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club with baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk
I'll put additional air holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause 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
the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it

- 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

Game]
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 spin like spokes
My flow is razor sharp, I'm straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his hang
East Coast, Down South, do the same thang
Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who
harder than that nigga bailin' your hood 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 so wreckless
He spent a thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this
motherfuckin' Coast got shit after me
Ain't have shit before except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, with mad in fact
I'm bout to join the Mob, that's me
squirtin' the mac,

- 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