Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use to It

[Ice
If you try to get with me, a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did
Trigger fingers get itchy, niggaz get bitchy
And they they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in 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 us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, get tipsy
When we that whiskey, all my niggaz get pissy
Don't with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy
If you know where I am, motherfucker get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my love hickies
that don't go away 'til you're well in your
All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to me
When we come to Atlanta we re-open Nikki's

- X2]
And y'all 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
to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club with your mama in my lap
Lookin' fly I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic
Big watch, big rocks, glocks, dick guap
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker is Lench Mob
Dub the trigger knock, talk shit
put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich
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 it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it and never lose it

- X2]
And y'all get use to it
And better 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 I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him his chain hang
East Coast, South, niggaz do the same thang
up your dubs like 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 or some Chuck's
It's that Westside, Connect'd that
nigga who flow so
He spent a hundred on his necklace, I'll bet this
motherfuckin' ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit before Cube a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, mad purple in fact
I'm bout to the Lench Mob, that's me
the mac, motherfuckers

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