Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

[Ice
If you try to get with me, pull a four and a
Fuck your monkey ass up, Bobby did Whitney
fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy
And they need story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm
If they me up today I'll be back in a jiffy
All my niggaz that's me, all my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get
we hittin' that whiskey, all my niggaz get pissy
Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is
If you know where I am, motherfucker get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggaz love
that don't go away you're 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 better get use to it
And better get use to it

[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat back
In the with your baby 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 niggaz thought, motherfucker is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk
put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they
spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun than gun towers
Down South, y'all can it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and lose it

- 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

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